The Sight Of Soul

Innocence

What are we doing to our youth? Throwing it away like nothing.

Is becoming robot-like ok? Is becoming like everyone else the standard.

Mom, am I doing ok? Do I finally look older and not childish?

I promise that I won't be different and that I will do as you wish.

I will gaze at my neighbors and salute them, but behind curtains, I will judge all who have made contact with me.

Mini me is no longer unique. Him, her, we all will fall to our knees.

I shall claim my place created by fate. I shall not choose my own path as it is not a good plan.