Innocence

Pure and blissful innocence,
the world ready to be reaped.
At eighteen things still made sense,
as we jumped at adventures and leaped.

Blessful, blissful innocence,
unaware of all of life's pain,
against which we have no defense.
And is sometimes all in vain.

We often wish we could go back,
to those early innocent days.
When the storms of emotion tear and wreck,
and our life seems more like a maze.

Pure and blissful innocence,
tonight for you I weep.
Blessful, blissful innocence,
sometimes you come back in my sleep.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Chronos, in the year 426 AF.