"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up."
~ Pablo Picasso


All my beautiful words
lie shattered on the ground
could never turn your head
could never persuade you
to stop and think
and to change

The sweetest symphony
holding the greatest mysteries
known to this world
and to mankind
could never convince you
while you refuse to listen

And maybe it's just pride
on my part

That ridiculous, backwards way of this world
where grown-ups get more leeway than they should
and children
unspoiled by compromise and incorporation
are silenced by those
who fear truth

Perhaps I, having finally earned my right
to advocate for children
in front of a mindless and worldwide audience
have let myself slide too far
and now speak only one more
channel of the same noise

Then if I am silencing a symphony
I have only
through association and time
become one of you.
You have no truth in me to fear

But if my words were ever beautiful
and if I ever spoke something true
it is only because I have not forgotten
as much as you have