I Am Still A Child
Indeed,
I used to be a child.
I am still a child.
We are all just sedimentary rock in the making.
To discover sagacity
And to re-discover it.
To define wisdom
And to re-define it.
To change and mold
And to be torn apart and rebuilt.
To develop personal ethics
And fall away from those ethics.
To hate yourself
And learn to love yourself.
To experience the world’s evil
And to create new good.
These are some of our many textures.
Layer
Upon layer,
We collect different stages of life.
But never
Are we finished.
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