Why must my child disappear beyond
into a world I know not whereof?
There are so many places and so many ways to live
and learn and, child myself again, I give.

I give my creation to myself.
She is everlasting, of the highest shelf,
A star beyond reach, a home and a castle
A queen omniscient, her knight and her vassal.

A child existing in a world without care
of which of her petals they bruise. They dare
To sing her glory higher, to tumble her mind
into a mire of their own wealth, leaving her behind.

She is my creation, myself and my own.
Of the all that she did, she ever, oh, shone.
I dare not let her become further obscure.
Tossed out in the world must then be the cure.

Solve for the life of a single, small person.
Think, how can what is mine exist on and on?
A youthful child shall sleep in obscurity.
College-bound is the Immortal Free.