Scars Of Innocence
Scars Of Innocence
We were raised underneath
The warmth of childhood,
So innocent and meek,
Oblivious, as it could.
The world was as it existed
In glorious books and plays,
Boundaries persisted
Against fouls and mistakes.
Living seemed to be a blessing
Generously bestowed,
Lurking away from the truth,
Patiently waiting to be gnawed.
Ripened by wisdom’s prejudice
and its unruly scars
We walked mountains, whilst
trying to reach for the stars.
Yet, life mustn’t be a chore
so we strive in perpetuity,
Lest it be rendered numbly ashore
by judgment’s promiscuity.