Futile Innocence

Why is this the natural state

Greed and chaos of the wraith

A sideways glance

A perfect smile

Why is innocence seen as infantile.

Why do I have to witness this disgrace

No wonder there's a lack of faith

In what we have

And what should be

Wondering if I am me?

Nevermore will I witness hell

At least until the morning bell

Where I will fight

When will I breathe

Lost inside this tragedy

Broken hearts and shattered minds

Praying on those who see the divine

Covering the tracks up so shrewd

Syntax error on the era's mood

To be me on this day

Or to lose myself in May

To lose the dead stem cells

Of myself before birth.

How to carry on upon this earth

Walking softly and talking of peace

Make some feel

Like being choked on a short leash

Like forever in a day

When will the mood change

When it does

In bed I will lay

Bring it close

And bring it swift

No more lying in a ditch

For what we are

And what we can be,

Are always in different branches

Of the tree

If it was me

It would be an Apple tree

More fruit to pick from

The better the start

Bless the child

And carry on

Keep humming that overdrawn

Long, whistled song.

The sands of time

Do not stand bye

No matter how hard you cry

Just keep keeping

To the way of life you feel

The true thing you think is real.