Pervert

I used to walk along this cobblestone path, 

                            

                            among the varied beautiful flowers,

                                                              and pick them;

Pluck them from the Earth's embrace

              caress their pedals;

              take in their full scent,

Fully experience and appreciate their beauty.

Now, standing on this perilous path,

Were I to pluck some, the world would rise against me;

Were I to admire some I would be shunned.

I cringe at a future,

   padding along this path,

        staring at my shoes.