: : innocent : :

fun fun looking back what do I see
but a memory so disappearing now and again
evermore gone away as such what was I dreaming
who did I harm in my innocent way
said to another
"as innocent as the one I am with"
is what passed through
into my ears what did I think (did I even try?)
indeed I tried not to but could not bear
the tension and pressure in my brain
"who is an innocent?" I say to me
who knows not how to say that one
what is passing through my skull
so unbearable I do not know
then again what do I know for sure
nothing I am sure nothing can change the opinion
where do we come from we really do not like asking
where are we headed to
is it a place where we can all be
really the only kind of innocence that deserves a chance

[infant child]

the only one who possesses the real truth
in eyes so deep and thoughful even so
try to hide behind a mask of anger and despair
but failing because sometimes it can shine through
even the most convincing
and have I as has every at some point

© Rose Womersley 1995