Innocence
INNOCENCE
Once a child…
The thought elicits a slight warm smile
And I sit falling back for a while
Metamorphosis is gradual
Yet when clearing is realized -
what a strange revelization of self
With easy ignorant aspirations –
That so small self
Being molded shaped
Recognition is quick… but
Content?... Happy? … Angry?... Sad?
What makes me tick?
Mainly well at least partially
It must be expectations,,, expectations?
YES!
And all the developed conflicts surface
Flood my imagination… imagination?
YES!
Oh I was a dreamer
A prestidigitator
Of scenarios
With no thought of reality
(Reality contains an element of hope
Hope is universal) (Everyone knows that)
Coming – to
I shake my head
A head filled with chaos
I was a happy child
Now thanking God
For childhood innocence
Dave Austin
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2017
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