Through the eyes of a child
Through the eyes of a child
One sees a quiet landscape
Whilst the other is baffled by the vast majority of loud speakers
Through the eyes of a child
One is assertive as drops of adrenalin sprout up profusely
As the other screams in eccentric blithe
Through the eyes of a child
One is holy
The other is rebellious disrupting status quo for show
Through the eyes of a child
One is light
The other dark
Moving in synchronicity as Pisces in orbit
Through the eyes of a child
They glide up like dragons passing the gleeful stagnant waters of the void less abysses
Through the eyes of a child
They are characterized by quixotic ideals
Through the eyes of a child
They treasure life as a gift rather than a burden
Carrying the lengths of life on their shoulders
Sleeping faintest as sunlight flees
Until their latter fire heats the softness of their hearts
Through the eyes of a child
Blackest moss resembles flower plots
Weeded and left by ancient thatch
Leaving behind the essence of dead stones
And a spirit of saturated gushy air
Laying lowly at the abysmal sea
Through the eyes of a child
Life is but an obstacle that presents itself with opportunities of reckoning
Oh how the eyes of a child are full of mystic and eerie
Let’s have the eyes of a child
And experience life as a flower transcending in bloom
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
A shadow of silhouettes
Thơ CaAs humans we paint a fabricated picture of who we are and what we stand for. We are caught in pits of hells as we try to impress the status quo of a today society's...
