In the foxholes 
Of my childhood plight 
 I prayed and prayed
With all my might
Praying to be forgiven
For the imperfections
Of life
Yet these were merely 
The symptoms 
Of an ideology
Of either black
Or definitely white

With the rudimentary 
Truths concealed
Those miracles
Seem so **** real
I could never lose
My faith
In that childhood
Holding place

When the years pass
In deep thought
Ultimate conclusions 
Result

Each of us 
An eye 
From different views
Allegiance forged
In the comfort of norm
Evolutionary rules
Oh how I miss you
Invisible spirit being
Oh my contemporary
Youth...