The Small Child Deceit

When a small child ask us why They are asking us not to lie About the world that is ahead The one we knew before we were dead Dead in the mind we possess right now The one causing our smirks and frowns The world that broke the one we knew Remember the one that was me and you The one when we skipped rocks across the pond During the twilight or breaking dawn They are asking us to remain true To the one that was me and one that was you The one you dismissed, the one you forgot Now you’re identifying being put on the spot You are being called out Too look within Now it comes clearer, you know the space When you could look in the mirror and see the face Of a small child, the familiar friend When we were young, just like them I know you could be a slight bit confused Maybe even feeling a little bit used But that is only the adult you, the one incapacitated by fears When you finally remember the child in you, the world is ever so clear The only feelings left behind, are ones you so choose The ones from the Mother’s child, leaving you completely and utterly soothed Those are the ones consistent; not loose, the ones reflecting in times of youth Deep within every essence of truth, before the lies that were told to you