Maybe I Am Still A Baby Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I don't seem bothered by the day's scream
The stream of misery wallowing in their eyes
Has not found its victim in me
I am floating far above its path of destruction
It has raised its tentacles to try and grab me
But I am invincible to its wicked schemes
I am probably made of anti-matter or some unknown substance
Something totally not understood
I have no worries and concerns
My daily bread is made of faith, Hope and Love
I am a spiritual being wrapped in the clothes of humanity
Everything taste weird except for nothingness
It is all dependent on the availability of time and space
It weathers away with the passing seasons
Stolen by the world of illusion and delusions
My favorite memories are like snowflakes
Melting away with the passing flow of time
Maybe I am just a baby
Unable to understand the intricate world of selfishness and wickedness
I refuse to be rolled into an inanimate object
Forced to worship the unjust world of the constructed reality
I refuse to be attracted to the stuff of materialism
I refuse to be attached to the pillow of comfort
I will rather be infused into the spirit within
Be absorbed by the fabric of nothingness
Be the tabernacle of the unknown
Let Silence be my religion
©Kenneth Maswabi