An infant, unaware of the world plus
himself
Doesn’t know anything, neither cares
Nobody questions, just believes
Too naïve to comprehend innocence
Possibly it is: being unknown to its
meaning
Being void by mind and full of novelty.
Youth is full of thrill, craze and zeal
Everyone vies to emerge triumphant
But the innocence has now faded
To be candid is a grueling hurdle
Under the sway of existentialism
Making around some real gaffes
No more a free agent.
Two immortal souls coexist
Every sensation resides eternally
Zilch mislaid, utterly earned
The blend of expression and submersion
The incessant masquerade
Will one day end.
