In No Sense

     If there ever was a longing it would be for innocence.  The exulerating memories in life's significance. 

     How do we recapture such vague yet defining intensity. Leaving us yearning for the times where time was still a mystery.

    Where wonders were near and far. When mornings where celebrated and adventure was anticipated

     The smell of cotton candy at the city fair. The glimmering lights, the sounds of screams filling the air. Unaware of the dangers lurking everywhere. 

     The raining days spent running fearlessly into and over puddles. Mud pies and sandcastles, sticky hands & cuddles.

      The sense of endless imagination and the  heroic sessions of make believe. Will I ever again dream like I used to dream. This is only snippets of what innocence means.

      So unnoticeable and gradual we are forced into actually. We are taught to dismiss our ideas and face reality. Conformed into society or else we a condemned as abnormalities. 
   
      You're too old for that now they say, you're a young lady looked upon as pray. They expose you to sensuality most likely way before you're ready and told to be prefect or else you're not pretty. 

     You wonder why the world has become so discussing and cruel. What was once a promise land is now vial and brutal. The loss of innocence is the beginning of pain. This is the only thing we could all grieve every day.