the young child

the child walks with mom holding her hand, unaware of what life
could have in store for her, unaware of heart ache and stress,
innocently skipping along as she walks holding her mom's hand
time passes and will also tell what will happen to that little girl.
lost souls wandering aimlessly, searching for who or what they are
lost by the confusion this life throws our way
when we're young, we know the way, but life deters us from that
as we age till we're endlessly searching, crying, and dying
it sets us up for defeat many times, some of which we need
in order to learn, others we don't need and it pushes us further
away from the way....the way of innocence and oblivion
more and more times passes and we get pushed further and further away
till we're like a lost wandering child who can't find it's mother
all the while thinking we have it all figured out, that we know exactly
all the answers and all the solutions when we're all blind.
what am i doing? who am i? where is this ride taking me?
it will leave you behind in the dust and when you finally
clear your eyes it's almost too late for you
for some it is too late and even others are dead before then.
the balloon in the corner is losing it's air, deflating slowly
and surely till it's flat and gone.
in the meantime, the wind gently tosses it around
back and forth, wobbling and meandering along, no where to go
dropping down to size after size, smaller and smaller