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
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