In Ocent
A child knowsFar more than
their adult self
perceives
One can be born
in an agony
trance
Have already experienced
the hate and anguish
of the world
We are not all born innocent
We are not all born the same
Since a past life
We may have
These thoughts
and memories
are carried with us
Throughout all of our lives
Yes
We start new
As we strain our eyes
for our millionth glimpse
at the world
But the first for our bodies
Innocence
is a state of mind
One can go through hellish fires
To come out sane
Stay as innocent as they were
before they opened the gate
Poetry by Jordan
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Written on 2006-05-03 at 04:39
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