Innocence by GoodVibes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about growing up/maturing.

Submitted: June 08, 2008

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Hands always clinging to innocence
Not wanting to let go
And fall face first into responsibility
Wishing to be care free again
Minds remember how it was
Like Crayola crayons
And cartoons and candy coated fingers
Grabbing onto sugar-laced daydreams
We can’t hold on forever
Hands become tired and fingers slip
Innocence
Keeping the young fresh and naïve
But as years go by
And we grow out of our shoes
It’s time for a change
Simple little minds are sweet
But staying in your backyard gets you no where
Get out
Stop wishing you were young again
Learn to take the blame
Make a change
Look around you
Quick men with guns in hands
A blue sky stuffed with smoke
A million families with empty stomachs and wallets
Living in a childish fantasy of lollipops
Will not change the fact that we’re going down
Get your head in the game
The weight is shifting to our shoulders
But I feel you’re not holding your share
And my back is bending and breaking
The more you reminisce
Tangled up and lost in dried up daydreams
Going backwards is no solution
It leaves footprints in circles
And people get sucked in and stuck in the memory whirlpool
But I’ll hike through this mess as long as I can
And if I go at it alone
Then don’t except me back anytime soon

I know what innocence was; I know how it felt to be pure and free

But difficult times call for mature minds
And you’ve got some growing up to do
You mother will not always hold your hand
So if the future holds any importance
You’ve got to look both ways and cross the street alone


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