Return To Innocence Poem by Star Dust

We smear our hands across,
Across the blazing fire,
To catch some color,
And flick it into the air,
We walk down to the end,
And see what we can,
And light our way with our fiery hands,
To a spot undone,
We sit and smile as we use our delicate brushes,
To paint the world as we see it,
Then when we’re done,
We’ll look it over,
Then twirl our hands across the blackness,
And smug our faces too,
One side black and the other white,
For we are what we try to be,
In this world that never stops spinning,
We pin our hair up,
And run up and down the stairs,
Reach for the sky,
For there is no ceiling,
We fly away,
Then soar across our dreams,
To the end,
And drop,
Below the surface we fall into,
A pool of tears,
And return to innocence.