I wish I was naïve
So I wouldn’t have to believe
All those things I should not see
So that every day I would have no worries
To have no thoughts run through my mind like a million flurries
Seeing only the sugar-coated innocents in everyone’s eyes
Seeing only lies…
Such a clever disguise
Never hearing the truth… so not one surprise
Only knowing what I want to know and what I want to hear
So I could walk these rough streets with nothing to fear
Still seeing people smoking weed and drinking beer
But I stare straight through the truth as if it were sheer
Yet even though naïve is great… knowledge is greater
To know enough to become a physician… instead of a waiter
You could be known as Doctor instead of just Steve
So actually I take it back… I’m glad I’m not naïve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem