Childhood+experience

I saw him being happy And I thought I hope this lasts forever But I was foolish, because I knew the words from His mouth were gibberish Talking about religion (there I said it) The taste of being starved in Hell With a full plate of food in front of You and at the same time being Mercilessly strapped to a chair With your eyes permanently unshut That’s the punishment for tasting And enjoying food But I thought “please don’t think about it” I put my hands on those nostalgic cold rails Of the trampoline And smelled the aroma of his mom Cooking food, but what’s the point If you’re not allowed to enjoy it (?, rhetorical) Did I really need to include The last part after the trampoline?