FROM THE CRADLE

 Innocence walks with wilderness, naturally.

Cradle spoons, honey moons

Untied shoe laces, naturally.

Now, coffee before work

Innocence walked its course,

Unfortunately.

I'm slithering through the streets, sly, 

learned in the supposedly education system and the ways of the world.

Still, oblivious, unlearned in the ways of the world, gullible

Ignorant of my feelings. Uneducated in the ways of love and of the heart. Ignorant.

 Now, my soul's tainted, I see demons in people's eyes.

 Even cats hiss as they go,

 And children take out their knives.

 Men piss at me in rows.

Dogs watch me with their dead eyes.

 Now, my mind's polutted while women fight for their already given rights.

 What's more to ask for?

What more do you want?

 Shoppenhauer explained it.

 Everything's arranged,

 Everything has it's purpose,

 Until we obliterate it to meaninglessness.

 Men don't know how to love, they can't  teach their children so they don't know too,

 But men know everything about the black hole. 

 Do they really know anything?