Well, I’m set out in the cold, lonely world again.

Where will my feet take me this time?

Resonating in my head are words that make my heart cry.

Eyes showing no emotion.

Feeling every sting.

I think about

Days long ago when I wore jelly shoes

And required training wheels on my pink and purple bike.

Hair in braided piggy tails

And watching Channel two every Saturday morning

To catch my favorite cartoons.

Now, my shoes are made of rubber and cloth.

Now, my hair hangs down.

Now, I wake up too late to see my cartoons.

Now, my training wheels are somewhere in a landfill.

And my innocence is nothing but a memory.