Stealing Bits and Pieces
When I was a child,
my world was new.
And in those formative years,
I knew not of conspiracy theories;
social injustice,
hatred, bigotry, or mistrust.
Unconcerned with the reality
that others could see:
it remained
invisible to me.
When I started school
full of youthful energy:
I gradually lost what I held to be
precious and irreplaceable.
Time stole the one thing,
I could never regain:
my innocence.
And I felt its loss,
when I entered my teens.
Friends ridiculed me for being naive:
and ever believing
in Santa Claus, fairness, love,
and the overall goodness of people.
And so, time subsequently stole my trust:
replacing it with cynicism,
skepticism and self-interest.
As I age, time keeps
stealing bits and pieces of me:
and inevitably, it'll rob me of life itself.
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