Naive

As a child,
it could be expected.

I could pretend,
and act like I didn't see.

When I was a teenager,
why not play the role.

Fixated on the day to day.
All that mattered was my friends and I.

Adulthood crept in,
cynicism a happy companion.

The entire time was a lie.

The only naivety was what I allowed.

Childhood was seen through the eyes of an old soul.

The teenager took in friends in their times of trouble,
and grew silent.

The adult clung to the rays of hope,
shining through the constant ocean of despair.

To claim it was not seen?

I am not that naive.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some of us really do grow up way too soon...we feel responsible for others, and for others' tribulations...and once we start helping them through those times, it makes us understand life at an early age.
"cynicism a happy companion" what a paradoxical line, so perfect, wish i had come up with that phrase.

jacob

[Jon Roggie]

A bit maudlin, but it feels honest. Thanks again. Jon.