The world had revolved around
Stepping stones, safe and sound.
Surrounding waters that lay in silence,
Were clouded with blissful ignorance.
But upon finding a different outlook,
It became harder to see the path I took.
The stones with the beautiful design,
Became horribly hard to find.
And when science and stars became relevant,
I mentally took the idea with resent
And stood searching for
A lie that lived no more.
Time showed me where to focus my attention,
Though nonbelieving wasn't my intention.
So barefeet touched clear lake floor,
Where I could have swore,
There were stepping stones.