The loss of our innocence, still so very, quick, in less than a blink of an eye, it’s, totally, gone from us, and no matter how hard we’d attempted to grab hold, it’d still, slipped, right on by, translated…
The Childhoods of CEOs, Sucking on the Ice Creams
The Smiling Faces, Melted, into the Warm Sunshines
The Balloons Popped, as They Ought to, Like
How Those Daydreams Had, Started, Crying, with No Warning Signs
Careless Over, the World, Watching
In the Cries, You Can Always Hear that Melody
Flipping Things Backwards, Even the School Principals Had
Difficulties Differentiating if It’s the Rains, or Talking in Sleep
to this…still not my photo…
No Matter How We’d Hopped Around, it’s Always the Month of May
The Naughty Children, Welcoming in the Bliss of Springtime
After Passing Through This Level, You’re Still Considered Young
Those Innocent Eyes, Ran Around Like the Flickering Lights from the Fireflies
This, is what childhood is, filled with so much innocence, and whilst we’re living in those years, we rarely realize how easily that innocence can get stripped from us, until it’s, too late, then, we’re all, adults!