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Tuesday, October 7, 2008

On The Loss of Innocence

I can be innocent only in my dreams.
Not in real life. Now all I see
is hunger when I sleep. No streams
of joy, for me to swim in glee.

Once upon a time, I was a rustic.
Gullible in thought, simple in act,
My world was an ice-cream stick
of happiness. Of less intellect.

Time has passed by, I have grayed
into a complex creature. No realms
of thought are taboo now, I'm afraid
I can be innocent only in my dreams.

Friday, October 3, 2008

On Going Back In Time

I wish I could go back in time.
Some mistakes I don't care about,
Others, I do.
Correct those with the benefit,
Of perfect hindsight.

I wish I could go back in time.
I am a lot older now,
Not the same mistakes.
Oh, what's the point!
New ones are there.