Unable to express their own demise

As innocent as children that reach out yearningly

Their hearts are so haplessly underdeveloped

And I am not a good player in this

recognizing your own shortcomings

is the worst.

But it’s true.

Its honest and it’s self-actualizing

And it’s uncomfortable

we prevail. In such a way

on heavy tracks

they saunter

into the unknown

unable to perceive the forest for the trees

I ask myself

What my role in this matter should be.

Often.