Dreams of Eden

Whenever I try
(Staring hungrily)
To fight them off ,
They bind me tight
To the cold, stone floor
(Sweet paralysis),
And invade me further
(The lights go out).

Even harder to escape
(Shut away the dreams),
Because there's no chance
Of winning
(Buried in the attic),
When the enemy is myself
(Stuck on scorched earth).

Innocence

I sometimes remember
The days when I was young.
We’d dance in the fields,
Swing from the frames in the playground.
Ice creams from the ice-cream vans.

The sun was gods shining eye,
And every night
He’d lie down and go to sleep,
The stars, the moon would show his dreams.
When he cried,
The rain would fall and soak us.
Those were the days...
We never really knew anything.

Innocence is simple, lovely, beautiful,
But we were naive.
It faded as we grew older.
Our flower began to wilt.
Our clouded gaze began to clear
As saw it all
For what it was.
For some, it was taken by force.

Sometimes...
I’ll dance along the beach,
Hands outstretched -
My dress fluttering in the wind.
Recreating my long lost innocence.
I wish I could take it back.