Dear God, Where Am I Now In Time?

Mother, you were only meant to love me.
Brother, you were never meant to be above me.
Father, sir you shall never punish me--
And, dear God, where am I now in time?

Learning Independence

My heart, in pain. The sadness of total blame
fought forward again. The madness of comal shame
wrought toward my gains. The badness of lonely games,
fought sorrow in my veins. The lad's internal fame
sought only no chains, and someday in an empitomal exchange,
that corner refrains: to this I pray.