Ideas From Childhood Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Banging ignorant people into an oblivion of their own, keeping them far from my space in time - I have no use for their barbaric ways and ideas.
Preferring the intellect of a majority of people who realize they don't know everything, even though they are in reality, geniuses.
Frolicking in the bliss of make-believe eras, quietly tracing backwards in time, those ideas from a childhood, too soon turned into adulthood.
Yet, the wonderful curiosity to find out what's not yet known, is so deliciously tantalizing to minds of enticement from extremely early ages onward.