Lost Innocence

A grown up, Wrapped up in layers Engulfed in speculations Packaged in assumptions Presenting a fabricated image of myself I wonder why acceptance is not self-evident In my youth, my complexes were non-existent I approached others without hesitation Now, awareness has reached grander proportions And I’m trapped in my own convictions I’m burdened by the weight of my knowledge Innocence is lost Should I have stayed in a trance of naivete? I reflect on the possibilities….