Players Not Spectators

The myths of innocence & simplicity hide beneath a mask of fraility within youthful pleasures of times long past human desire forever heads the cast; What seemed simple then,is just relative through rose-tinted spectacles,we forgive, forget so easily life's reality, vulnerable,alone in our self-pity; Circumstance has moved on,we have stayed transfixed by myths,our memories frayed; twenty-four hours,still was then, a day but different complications held sway. Our times change,yet inside we remain the same as players,not spectators in the game Year Posted 2010