When I was 7 years old, I had illusions of omnipotence.
I knew I could explain everything:
Earth and sky, Heaven and hell and the problems of the world
If I didn't know, I pretended to know.
I could easily guess it right, anyway.
I was a clever little person,
without the measurable skills or knowledge.
I was a seed, swept off my feet by my own potential,
a whirling buzz of those countless brain cells I once had.
I was 7 years old with a glorious future.
That's what I now call adolescence.
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