I saw dynamic innocence violated by the cold mundane, Thoughts and plans and dreams dampened down by normality. They say that naivety, just like defiance, Is a bloom which should be touched and killed With all the haste of an eagle in the russet dawn.
I myself am pure and blissful in my confinement. I do not know the wonders of the sinful world. But your own bloom was erased long ago, In a time that you cannot now recall. Retain your wonder at all costs. Lest you leave this world as one of their Success stories.
I've been reading too much ginsberg and watching too much **** your darlings, so sue me.