How I fondly remember the days
When I all I had to worry about was school.
How I wish I could find a simple way
To retreat from my life-long dual.
The worst thing in the world
Was a small geography test,
I saw the world’s flags unfurled
But I loved ours the best.
That seems so mundane now,
After I’ve matured and seen the world;
My mind has been endowed,
And my perception is no longer whorled.
The earth is in turmoil,
There is war and suffering,
So I cringe and recoil
And my enlightenment is buffering.
America becoming a socialist state;
We’re four years away from martial law
This nightmare is making me irate,
For only some of us foresaw.
In golden years time is like a currency,
And every action could make a difference;
I have a newfound sense of urgency
For I inhaled the knowledge essence.
Blissful ignorance comes at a cost,
And that cost is ever higher;
I’m in a stage of innocence lost
For obtaining knowledge is dire.
