Child's Eyes

Jul 11, 2007

Current mood:cynical

Child's Eyes

The world outside or in my head whichever one
does not make sense

Decisions made with contemplation, rationals, or justifications all seem to lead to naught

Struggle daily to take a breath, get out of bed, and be productive

By who's definition am I living and basing these beliefs I hold

Thoughts well formed or malformed who is to say but me

Theories and contradictions are what I find in this world religion of hate and intolerance

Judge not lest you be judged by man, by woman, by child, by priest, by clown, by wind, by sky

This is not the world I envisioned in my innocence- so sweet

That is why it was innocent-

My eyes could not see what my mind had yet to comprehend

My view was straight and clean without a life's jaded cynical bend

Music was nothing more than an enjoyable beat to spin round and round with my arms stretched out wide to

The world was a beautiful kaleidoscope of people without race or color

Words were tied to silk strings that weaved in out of infinity in a dazzling blur

Now my heart cries for its innocence lost

My mind aches to return to its blissful ignorance

My eyes tear for their long lost rose colored glasses

Was innocence lost or was innocence stolen or was it simply just given away

Marissa Hokulani Kamamalu Gibson- July 2007