“ The Innocent ” ~ till time so states ~

 

A fleeting gift

While unaware,

The innocent

Evolves impaired,

As impotence

Offers till then,

Brief liberty

One lives in bliss

Of ignorance,

To adolescence

When time states,

Life’s baggage

So accumulates,

Thus having felt

The telling kiss

Of omnipotence,

Obliterates recalls

Of innocence,

Made destined to be lost!

 

 

“ Free ” ~ to find escape ~

 

I’ve sought free

More than I be,

To find escape

Of loner’s hold,

And so embrace

A thought to find

Should that I lose

My fettered mind,

To gain full taste

Before I waste,

View to opt fully

For the unusual

Of non-concentric, 

While living free,

Where liberty be

In a world lost

To wasted tears,

And ravaged rain

That offers pain,

To line the path

Of finding free!