how the child forgot.
kill past regrets of murdered innocence
for a profit that would not benefit,
of a life that’s murdered every second-
such a planet for one to inhabit.
then mutilated childhood fantasies
became mere detached fragments of past.
unconscious of ancient memories,
so that the purer spirit would not last.
the child’s eyes were forced to focus all day
until the child had no glimpse of distance,
until the child believed in the old ways.
the child should have taken a firmer stance.
but the child just wanted to be grown up,
and all that had passed the child could not stop.