Does youth in the soul die with age?

Shall we all fall into adulthood’s trap

Forever altered

Imagination shriveled within

Make the world a stage to act our lives upon?

Will childhood disintegrate beyond teen years?

Shall we remember such times with distance

Everything evaporated

The choices made

Left to live in adulthood’s consequences?

Is adulthood to be an obligation?

Must we blossom if we wish to stay a bud

Untouched by poison

Unpollinated by contact

Are we destined to bloom, shrivel, decay?

Must lines sink beneath children’s eyes?

Must innocence meet its untimely end

Buried with imagination

Remains mourned by the soul

Until we meet immortality or oblivion? 

Perhaps, childhood never dies

It lives inside us over a smoldering flicker

We must simply seek it out

Hear the voice within it

And let it shine over our softened hearts