in my innocence 
i imagined
a beautiful world outside
of bright lights that glitter
far into the night
a wonderous sight
filled with endless pleasure
food, drinks and leisure
until i saw the ugly shadows
lurking behind the smiles
on the faces
of those who hatch evil
in their hearts
scheming to take away
my hard-earned relief
from my toils in daily stress
with heaviness within
I yearned to return
to the home I left behind
only to find
it no longer existed
while I was away
her innocence was stolen
her young heart broken
her character defiled
her purity lost
that sweetness
gone sour
and I moved on
I guess there is something to be said about living in a cave high up in Kathmandu. Come back to it 50 years later and most likely it'll still be there.
ReplyDeleteWould it be the same if you hadn't spent your most innocent times there? I just wonder...
ReplyDeleteWhen in high school I used to spend summers at a farm in a little town not far from Chicago, courtesy of my foster parents. I paid them a visit 2 years ago. Nothing seems to have changed, yet everything seemed different. The barn and grain silo looks smaller. The dirt road that leads to the country road seems shorter. Even the old combine harvester didn't look as monstrous. As things don't physically change, then it must be our minds that do.
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