This blanket of innocence was worn and torn by the time you were born –

A young body with a soul stunted by thoughts too old.

You weren’t even double digits before you wondered

why your eyes were the ones you looked through.

A feeling of purgatory plagued your mind

before you outgrew your very first bedroom.

Your heart wondered “why” –

Why me,

Why here,

Why now –

All before you even knew “what”.