Questioning

"You ask too many questions," I say

"But I want to learn." you whine, soft eyes searching

"Come here and I'll tell you the story of knowledge"

Knowledge is a fine thing,

Firm and sweet,

Yet its rotten at the core,

Things you never wanted to know

Are there

Lurking

Knowledge comes with love, power, happiness

But innocence is taken away

Abide for your action, since you're not in ignorance

Anything thing you do is your own choice

Knowledge is power, yet it weakens you

It makes you happy, yet it saddens you

Knowledge is a dart through the heart

Or someone lost in the dark

What is knowledge to you is up to you

But believe me, it has hurt more than cured.

It may be different on your path,

But my heart was harmed of dreadful knowings.

Knowledge

"That is the story of knowledge." I said

"I don't get it." Your innocence beams brightly like a steady candle

I smile sadly, as I say

"You will someday."