progression is the only way

writing from reservoirs deep within.

I challenge the very thoughts that existed. 

so sure, not crazy.

blanketed youth

once a young girl
so innocent & fresh
bold eyes gaze upon future
plans with mesmere
to wish,
to play,
pretend of how we see it

so true in ours
we find them cute & fantisaful
a pat on the head
and term of endearment
we look down on them with pity
of what they'll soon discover

a world cold & harsh
dark & alone
one with lots of suffer
lots of pain

only because we forgot what we once were
that young, innocent being
with hopes & dreams too big for this world!

so don't stifle that imagination,
determination
help them rise it up,
explore,
excite
and ignite.

we are not their judgers
or owners.
we are their shepards
there but to guide,
to surveille 
and to make sure they don't lose their way.

they will show us the path,
something unforeseen to us
go along for the journey
enjoy the youthful vision for as long as it lasts