i remember how it felt to be young,
it wasn't like this.

adult life is feeling the twisted metal in reality's flesh
and not wincing, child
for once you've learned
that there is nothing
you can do about it

you see the broken side of man,
no one in particular
but you know the most admirable thing about it
is he wouldn't let them have him for a dollar
at the cost
of being completely disposable

still, it sits in you well
to spur them all on with every earnest beat of your heart
doing little kindnesses all the same

but science weighs heavy on your skeleton
with eyes maintaining meekness
in its waning stead...
science seems to steal from you what you had as a child
a blissful ignorance
and happy curiosity

science rapes your innocence
and leaves you an empty vacuum
hungry for things of science

you've gotten used to the ways of the world
and raised a callous to it
rare is the genuine prideful flag
but fly it
if you can
more than something to be known
oh, you knew it once...
again!