the random thought of a child
is the one of most uncertainty
their faces seem so wonderful
so full of life
and yet they are so blank to me
i sometimes wonder
are the children the key
do they hold all of the answer to you and me
can they hear the whispers of grown ups
choosing the child’s path
do they know that life is not their own
and that mom and dad have it set in stone
or do they ignore the thought of the absurdity
and paint a picture in their mind
the random thought of a child
how could we all be so blind