disengaged

As the world changes like in a child's imagination, I do not.
A bubble in time like that child holding that one thought forever.

It's unchanging innocence like the child itself is surrounded by an impenetrable field that seems to shelter it from the cold harshness of the world. As if the evil eyes from the world have not cast their stare.

Disengaged from the world I stand. As far away as my thoughts are from me.