May 9th, 2019

With guilty eyes I see straining: innocence.
I look away, lest I be found staining innocence.

Is it possible to look backwards and remain myself?
I have justified dispossession by feigning innocence.

To ease the desperation of my life's advancement
I must find much value in each remaining innocence.

Just as Grace can not be bought or deserved
One is only finding, never obtaining innocence.

Now and then a man who can be called Tyler
Stands blissful under skies which are raining innocence.