Knowing Innocence

An unlearning of things known.
A playful child, now fully grown.

A return to innocence, I know the smell.

A child’s smile of a secret I won’t tell.

A gentle whisper of a day spent outside.
All was truthful before I first lied.

Oh, for the way things were.
When nothing and everything was for sure.

Before passwords and bills and the drama.
When I could scream random words like llama.

Nothing had a reason and everything had a purpose.
Stories and fairytales of emperor and empress.

Smiles with a missing tooth or two.
I climbed things and needed help tying my shoe.

Adventures everyday with a reason to jump.
I could run all the time, just like Forrest Gump.

Flying kites and blowing bubbles.
My sandals had lights, life had no troubles.

I didn’t know strength or a fight.
Always smiling, I slept with a light.

No pain on the inside only a small boo boo.
Do you think might help me tie my shoe.

Some say that knowledge has indeed all the power.
I’d take innocence any day because “knowing” is sour.