The Innocence and The Beauty
We are always lost in both
The innocence that conquers the harsh reality
The beauty that prevails in all the types of hideousness
And the only thing that ambushes them is time
How time manage to devour them,
Slowly but indefinitely
How innocence has turned to wickedness
How beauty has withered to nothingness
How we have become an adult in turmoil
Some lost, some trapped, some gone
Where did it go wrong?
We are merely existing
For the sake of living
The paradox of the innocence and the beauty that is
The innocence that conquers the harsh reality
The beauty that prevails in all the types of hideousness
And the only thing that ambushes them is time
How time manage to devour them,
Slowly but indefinitely
How innocence has turned to wickedness
How beauty has withered to nothingness
How we have become an adult in turmoil
Some lost, some trapped, some gone
Where did it go wrong?
We are merely existing
For the sake of living
The paradox of the innocence and the beauty that is
This Poems Story
We all grow old without realizing much around us and we somehow lose ourselves or something on the way to growing up.
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