Born without knowing anything
And each year I’m gradually learning
My curiosity and innocence
Are slowly drifting from existence
I’ve known some things I shouldn’t learn
I care for things I shouldn’t yearn
I was taught not to do badly
I but I grew up non conforming, sadly
My pain is self inflicted
From actions that were restricted
I was protected and sheltered
But I turned out wrong and disoriented
My life was good the way it was
But somehow I screwed up, because
I find errors in wonderful things
And end up hurting my own feelings
I try not to be disarrayed
But my curiosity always makes me stay
Learning seems to be a part of existing
However inaccuracy goes with living
Misleading experiences are hard to resist
Thus, ignorance truly is bliss.
