Is innocence lost such a gain elsewhere?
What is innocence?
In a world filled with void and hurt,
You'd think the answer would be easy.
Part of the answer is seeing a world no longer through a child's eyes,
Seeing torment and struggle.
Feeling all of those things as burdens of weight and fear,
But is innocence truly lost?
Can not some remnant remain?
Or must everything be lost to fit in?
The world and its wonders,
Are truly truly strange.