Innocence not lost but given away,
traded and cashed in for moments of play.
What is it worth, what does it mean?
And is there something in between
innocence and being jaded?
What remains once the moment has faded
and left us aware and ashamed
of our actions untamed.
What profits a man
who without a plan
spends his life chasing cheap thrills,
gaining questionable skills?
But how to understand life
without trouble and strife,
no mistakes, no experience;
still, a rather flimsy defense.
I did what I did and learned what I could,
now feel guilty as I probably should.
What would I change if I went back?
Not sure how to answer that,
can’t imagine being faux pas free;
it’s my mistakes that made me me.