These cute little children grow
under the influences you don't even notice
surrounded by you
and those you bring into their lives.
We become who we innately are,
but with twists and colorations,
turned to advantage
or turned to waste,
or turned insecure, unsure, lacking substance.
Self-knowledge as the bright path
is all well and good.
In this hard-edged world,
what is the purpose of ecstasy,
or knowledge that can't be sold?
Are children listening?