As we travel along life’s paths.
Sometimes we don’t look left or right, or over our shoulder.
We carry on with our journey,and travel with our innocence.
How can the crossing of bullets fall. The injury.
The injury which has already been experienced?
A struggle for survival, a struggle for peace.
Innocence lost. Inner war raging.
Can our innocence be lost, or will it prevail?
Innocence passes through the inner struggle.
Our innocence can be leveled by the struggle that
we let pass between the demons.
Cowboys and Indians, guns and glory.
The beauty of the world, and innocence lost.
It’s always been found in all things.
In what time will you find it.
At what time will you claim it.
When will you be it.