THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE

Lost
Daydreaming bewilderment
Reflecting upon times of when we were but hunters and gatherers of food for our tribe

Were Those the good ole days
Were they simpler more Alive
Were there less secrets
Hiding ‘neath the tongue

Was it easier to be Brave
Because you life depended on it
Were their fewer demons
Fighting each other in our heads

Were things black and white
Less confusing and more trusting
Did little things and oddities
Make more or less sense

Were we cautious
beyond default
Not wanting to endanger
what we have

Are we fearful of
asking questions
Because that’s never
Worked out before

Do we learn from the fire
Not to put our hand to the flame
Are we destined to repeat
our flaws again and again

Was the partaking
of The fruit of knowledge
Worth it after all

Would we feel better not asking
These questions again and again
Are words simply suicide
And NOT games to play with

Lost
Daydreaming
Bewilderment
Reflecting upon times

MB93
2022