Apple Of My Eye Poem by Parable Poetry

The beginning of your youth,
forbidden from the truth.
Don't question why.

Do just as you're told,
till you're very old.
Or you will die.

Feel a little curious,
why is the mysterious?
Put here only not for us,
this product of the holiest.

Let me stop the wonder,
shouldn't have to ponder.
This question why.

To have eaten from the fruit,
eyes open to the truth.
Not gonna die.

To climb the highest mountain,
to search the deepest ocean.
To breathe the breath of fire,
this decision of desire.

Wesley Hall - 06/23/05