Young kids follow their elders.
Listen.
Speaking nonsense.
They know not what they say.
They just copy.
Like parrots.
Soon they start to ask why.
Questioning everything.
Good.
Evil.
Light.
Dark.
Monsters.
Angels.
No end in sight.
Soon they find answers.
Only to ask more questions.
Questions they know they shouldnt ask.
Should never dare to think.
But they do anyways.
Because there is our soul.
That separates us from them.
Living just to suvive.
Never to invent.
Or innovate.
Or change.
Just surviving.
Comments
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"Soon they find answers,
only to ask more questions.
Questions they know they shouldn't ask."
You need an apostrophe to make the word shouldn't a contraction in that stanza up there. But, I thoroughly enjoyed those particular three lines. You really packed a punch. Interesting, leaves a lot for the mind to chew on.
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this really begs for that ponderance of which the universe came. i like it! very nice poet! thank you for sharing. peace and light, kp
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