Brainwashed

One day I was watching TV
When my son approached me
With this big smile on his face.
Amused. I too decided to smile

Then out of the blue he said
That he wanted to be made out of water
Without thinking, I blurted
"You'd evaporate because of heat."

After a few taps
He decided on sand.
And with his tiny fingers made swirls
As he talked about tornadoes and scaring people.
My logical side came into play as I replied
"You'd be blown away by the wind."

After all his guesses I could see
His irritation growing by my constant
Bitterness and negativity

"Why don't you see things
how I see them?"

Now that stung,
And as he walked away
I thought about it for a long time.

Where do we lose our childish humor,
Our real imagination?
Why do we get filled with hate
At our adolescence?

Those questions stayed with me.
Why are we so different
Than children,
Yet so alike in many ways?

For now I know
Why I see things differently
Why I lack imagination skills
Why I'm filled with hate for my neighbor
Why I'm mostly serious

Society and civilization.

Those are the real threats,
It's not me who can't understand
But it's what society did to my mind

As kids were pure
Untouched diamonds
But as the seed grows
Those diamonds get cut,
Some don't look good
While others shine bright.

Brainwashed

Oh! For how I long
To see the world through a child's eyes,
Through pearls
Other than the useless grains of sand
I use right now