The Children are innocent

Remember when we were young.
Fascinating was everything around us.
Explorers we were when every new place felt like another world.
Imaginary cars we drove, imaginary cities we built.
Nursery rhyme riddles we sang aloud.

Remember how we used to cry.
We never hesitate to cry when it hurts.
When troubled we'd forgive and forget.
When scared we'd ran to our mother's comfort.
When happy we let go in our true colours.

Remember how we used to be loyal.
How we never questioned our parent's authority.
How when instructed we obeyed precisely.
How when a bet is lost we never get furious.
How totally we let depend on our parents.

If only the child in us could remain a bit.
But we grow matured and kill our child self.
We waste time sniffing around for happiness.
While we forgot where we once had it.

Yes indeed, the children are innocent.