Innocence, purity of the heart and soul.
Distant from the grasp of reality.
Untouched, unharmed, unphased by philosophical question.
Who are we?
Is to be human really to be free?
Time fades the innocence that blocks these questions from the mind,
for some they seize to ever come.
The hand of social media rests aggressively on her neck.
Bias is poison to her thoughts,
Judgement and obsession with self-image distract.
Out of her lost soul she knows,
This one life she owns.
she accepts now,
innocence has been washed away by controlled consciousness.
And though her mind has grown
Her heart does not venture far