Without free will
A young golfer lived in Australia and was found by a vigorious old coach by the name of Fred.
Lonely in a land far from home he devoted his time learning the art of golf.
Long days and few people belived in him enabled the steps out in the darkness to slowly arrive.
Fred was grooming him into his world of abuse.
Soon he could no longer hold his club in hand, the shaking and the shame ruled all the possible carrier out.
Resolved into infinity to sustain the pain a part of him faded away and died.
This is the funeral of the part of me who once was called Lou.