innocence

the innocence of a child is
seen only through the passion
they show each day for things
that we pass by so quickly.
how hard it is to grin so broadly
at first light christmas morning
for now that we've grown older
everythign has lost its joy.
we hold our heads so high above
the crowds on equal levels
that we forget the love we had
then for everything around.
how painful it is to acknowledge
the loss of compassion we've felt
as the years fade away so quickly.
the innocence of a child is apparent
in the fear of those monsters in
the closet or hiding under the bed.
but now the fear of failure
encompasses our minds
as we step up higher on
that steep business ladder.
the innocence of a child
is presented in the love they
show and give so freely of.
but now we protect our hearts
and open them to no one
for fear of getting hurt
or ending up tied down.
the innocence of a child is
seen only through the passion
they show each day for things
that we pass by so quickly.

Un Poema

¿Como sabes quien soy?
Cuando yo no se ádonde voy.
¿Como sabes la realidad?
Cuando no escuchas la verdad.
No comprendes mi corazon
ni te sientes ninguan emoción.

Oh that is so a poem from second year spanish. It probably doesn't even make since but I felt the need to share.

I can't help but wonder...

do my old friends ever think of me? People I was once close to and have since lost touch... do they, like me, look at something and think of times long past? I'm simply in one of those moods where I cannot help but regret those friendships I've let slip away. The angry conversations that ended it. With some, I remember the last time we spoke. That very last coversation. And I remember slowly letting go of those few reminders I had left. It's weird. With all the technology and the search engines, the people I really want to find have simply disappeared.