not innocent......

Couldn't find anything for innocent. I just found this....... and this poem is from one of my classes, and I thought parts of it applied, but you can't really edit poetry
















View With a Grain of Sand

We call it a grain of sand
but it calls itself neither grain nor sand.
It does just fine without a name,
whether general, particular,
permanent, passing,
incorrect or apt.


Our glance, our touch mean nothing to it.
It doesn't feel itself seen and touched.
And that it feel on the windowsill
is only our experience, not its.
For it it's no different than falling on anything else
with no assurance that it's finished falling
or that it's falling still.


(Ok I lied, two of seven stanzas in enough.)