Return to Innocence


The lovely little youthful days
the merry melancholy of indulgence
in persistence of the
mellow ways
catching feathers through summers
and
flying winters through windows
bedridden for days

I know not when I set out for
the shadows and left behind
the sun's rays
I accept not what my eyes
fail to show
I fear more things now, than I've seen
even, in places I wouldn't ever go

I hold out lies and don't feel
bad that god will count my sins
I hold my cries and don't feel sad
because thats what they do
and I am now a part of them

I polish my shoes
I clean my dress
I wake myself from sleep
and no longer fret
longing for any dress

I know where each road leads
where it turns and
why it bends
I know not which one
takes me out of the mess

I've outlived building blocks
and scraps of paper,
my companions of the day
I work on horizons now
ones that show me
more options that I ever could
think of, want or be in need of
I'd say

I was happy with my twig
it kept me busy all day
I was all at ease
in that mid summer heat
Until the spoilsport weather
revealed more shades
and made me sway ..

The comforts of life
now break my stride
The broom of time
swept me off my feet,
and threw my tears far in too deep

Leaving within
what I couldn't live with then or today

I wish I knew what to say
When to ask the sun to leave
and when to let the stars work their way..

I wish I'd have remained as
fascinated and intrigued as
I was then; now
by the role of the silver green today..

I'm best bewildered
speechless, without words
expressing to my own self
what I want to say

I wish to return to nonchalance
the sanity that
never would fade away

All in the eyes of a boy,
did someone say?