Innocence
Blank peices of papers
Faces devoid
Of complex emotions
They are the children
Their short limbs
Narrow torsos
Small structures
Bright exteriors
It was their armor
But through the windows
They witness a moment
They keep forever
What they think
You thought was simple
But you see
Do you remember
When you once were
A blank peice of paper
Did you also
Have those
Clever thoughts?
Hidden inside
Your perfect armor
Weak facade
Dark interior
Adults were foolish
In front of your muzzle
Hypocrite they are
Foolish you were
World was on your hands
In it, did you even matter?
What are you now?
Also an adult
Tainted by ink
Scorched by desires
In front of these
Innocent little piles
Can you do better?
You recognize
A dark luster
Inside their eyes
Did they figure you out?
Not all of them
But there will always be one
In a group of young ones
A you from before
From when you were also
One with foolishly weak armors
They were the children
Do not let down
Your guard at them.
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