Oh, a child’s mind:
Lucent, a word forgotten upon my tongue, alike happiness once faded into the wind.
Oh, a child’s mind; so unblemished, so inspired, so… hidden.
Reborn into agony and anguish, unsullied curiosity crushed under the weight of life. I’m sorry, little one; no one could ever protect you from what you never chose to be born into.
Oh a child’s mind, so ingenuous, so wondering.
Curiosity killed the children?
No.
Life did.