Move on O! Innocent heart,

Lost my mind on an innocent smile,

something I still can't reconcile,

through the eyes that are so kind,

etched an impression in the mind.

The dreams appear dear

when the reality is severe.

When the dreams shatter,

it seems the reality is better.

Someone who exists in mind

far away from the worldly grind

they just appear to beckon,

disappear in the time to reckon.

No shadows when the Sun is high,

and dreams disappear in broad daylight.

Castles of Air dissolve in naughts,

and so are people who exist in thoughts.

Their talks and acts of goodness

reflect only in the words.

The words which only tease

and words which won't freeze.

Those who love share love

and those who hate become irate,

they expect love to bless their life

isn't this expectation so rife?

They expect God to hear them

and answer their prayers in turn,

and they'd let some people churn

when it was their time to return.

As we sow so shall we reap,

it is an eternal truth so deep.

Move on O! Innocent heart,

impressions here don't speak.

Maybe in some other lifetime,

even when you've nothing to share.

We'll share the 'nothing' together

and then you might not bother.