Naivete,
Where hast thou gone?
Where has our innocence gone?
Has it fled to warmer skies?
Has it fled this world of war?
Oh, Naivete,
You have left us here
In suffering.
Drinking, Smoking, Warring,
Screaming and Whining,
In Defiance.
Naivete,
Please come back.
We do not wish to wonder,
"Where hast thou gone?"
We wish to be once more,
Naive.

I see myself alone,
Alone in a dark room,
Illuminated by a single swinging light.
I see myself looking at a window,
My reflection enhanced,
By Light's glare.
I turn off the light.
I gaze out the window,
To see waterfalls of rain cascading from
The Heavens.
A single raindrop catches my eye,
Picturesque as a woman's face
Illuminated by Moonlight,
And perfect in its form.
In an instant,
It casts upon me my hopes and dreams,
Dreams that mesmerize me,
Of a woman dancing in the rain.
She is swirling and twirling in the Moonlight,
Shrouded by a Tornado of Rain.
And in that instant,
The Raindrop shattered like glass,
Upon the cold, hard pavement,
Shattered into millions of shards,
That even no master craftsman could repair.
And so,
The Raindrop,
A mirror of my hopes and dreams,
Shattered.
Scattered.
My dreams.
The day when raindrops begin to take flight,
The day when those that hold my dreams begin to soar,
That will be the day.
The day when sorrow and anger
Shall free itself of mind and soul
And only Happiness shall reside.
Raindrops, cascading from the sky,
Soaking us with
Happiness.