I would love to believe
That all men are good
But I'm not a child anymore
And reason overrules idealism.
All the notions and preconceptions
That come and go with age
Blend bias with experience
And shadow our choices.
Should we chose to allow
These things to pervade our emotions
We become slaves to them
Unable to see beyond their filter.
To challenge these ideas
Of which we base in reason
Would seem to undermine
Who we are inside
But to see beyond their filter
Is the ultimate goal
And to look at the world freshly
With the eyes of a child
The child we once were
Free to think as we please
But with the experience of age
And the maturity to move beyond.
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