Naive

On the route faraway

I flirted and made a lay

As I confide with time 

Who warned me to be fine.

At the beginning of the starting,

I was known unknowingly

By the silence I own

Until the end of the stopping.

I wouldn't be this insane

When the breeze of reality caned

But in my miseries

I discovered life's mysteries.

What was wrong in the beginning

When everyone was someone,

I couldn't have had anything

If I wasn't scapegoating.

I shouldn't be this kind

With my teary-eyed mind

Resting beneath the voice of

'Had I know – now is now'.

I am naive

I lack worldly ordeal 

I'm a child of old age

And a naivete of young age.

Yet, I am a Nay–naive

— HolyPoet 

~Wale Fidel, ©.