Innocence

Like the first flower of the morning
You shower the world with your happiness,
Thy question is what the world forgot,
Among your curiously insatiable soul,
You find the light of the world,
The source of pain is unknown to you,
And yet you see the best in all,
Just as they see the beauty in you,
The world embraces you, ignores your fall,
Because you are their forbidden angst,
The only sorrow in your light
Is in the absence of their attention,
And that drives you insane,
Until you start to wither,
The decay of life lays you bare,
Sorrow fills the sweetest core,
And the sweet starts to sour,

Maybe you do not see the sorrow,
The pain that the viewer languish in,
The reality of the world is but a rainbow
To you, like an eternal dancing flame,
You are only conscious about yourself,
And the soulless preservation of your light,
While the darkness remains unknown,
To be found in chapter transitions;
Maybe the dark is not that sinister,
Maybe those who suffer more are kinder too,
But you care not, you care about yourself,
About your fellow flowers dancing with joy,
Nothing else crosses your mind,
And while you neglect the world,
The very soil in which you grow,
That sorrow reigns unhitched,
And no matter how hard or soft you shine
The blind will remain in darkness,
The very cause of your pride
Might one day rip you off eden,
The very dark you neglected
Might one day be the hope you embrace,
And where will I be then?
I shall be far away, never to return,
While you will preserve thy memory,
I shall be making mine,
The very pain of separation will break you
This absence will burn you alive,
Your pride will melt to tears,

Yet now as I see you, in your innocence,
That world is a long way ahead,
And the wise speaks not of it,
The wise are neglected thus,
Until those that deride come for peace,
Till that day, enjoy your oblivion,
Bask in your newfound glory,
Radiate that selfless light,
For you are the child of innocence,
And I am the darkness, ethos of sorrow,
The harsh reality, the naked truth,
The kingdom of hell allows no light,
For character is forged in dark fires,
In the dark, hope is remoulded,
So is suffering all that sorrowful?
And is innocence all that pleasing?
Smile Nature's first morning flower,
For you are unburdened by these, yet,
Unlike the belief, I never was burdened by these,
For I was driven by the love of innocence.