A Journey We All Take.
A journey we all take,
As a weary travller who walks their way,
To the end which could be miles ahead,
Yet, we walk on.
We look forward to what lies onward,
But still we look back to see what we left behind,
And sometimes, we pause as if waiting for time,
Waiting for it to start again.
We try to walk the road,
We may stumble and scrape our knees,
But we carry on the journey with fainting hearts.
What is innocence exactly?
Does it come with youth?
Is it a purity we all have?
Or is it just not knowing...
Not knowing who you are,
Or whats happening,
Not realising things that are obvious,
Or just not understanding everything and anything.
Innocence, we all say we see it in the eyes of the young,
We believe in it, because it protects us,
And even when we think it's gone,
Does a part remain inside of us?