What Kids Should and Shouldn’t Know

Being a kid you know too little, Being an adult you know too much. Sweet innocence keeps children tethered to the land of candy, town of toons, and books of wonder. Not knowing our pain, our grief, our harsh existence, What we call our day to day lives We know too much, about life and it’s sadness. They know only about a pineapple under the sea. We know only work They know only play We know all too well what our endgame is. But they only know that at the end, credits pop up, and the cycle of entertainment begins anew. You and me and everyone here knows this damned reality But over there, at the elementary schools and homes, over there is a blanket that protects them. Protects them from the endless fountain of knowledge that we have unwillingly inherited. That fountain that I wish I could destroy so that innocent lives don’t get infected. But it’s cursed waters will one day open their eyes and they will see what we see, they will know what we know. But until that day comes we must shield them from what we know and keep them in the bliss we once had.