Young eyes do not see
Walls
They create and pave
Hallways

Young eyes do not
Know
Instead new intuition
Grows

Young eyes do not
Criticize
They see opening
Skies

Young eyes do not
Mistrust
They are full of
Wanderlust

But Young eyes grow old
With aged stories told

Tired they fold and open
Ascend then descend

On earth again
With new Young eyes