The child in me asks suddenly: Have you been a good man?
I nod, meaning yes, but how can I tell him, not entirely
For him, good is good and bad is bad, all white or all black.
How do I explain to his innocence that there are many shades in between, and the weird world outside accepts them as normal!
I myself am not convinced that these greys are normal. How can I obliterate his innocence for ever? And by shutting him up for ever, Would I be myself anymore?
