(Shedding off naivety with age and experience)

Being stupid comes with age
And puerility is a normalcy for infancy
With mother nature being a child's comfort,
Dirt and dust became my embroidery.

Childhood dream's;
An array of perfection,
with a vista of the impossible.
Imaginations running wild,
I am trapped in a world of fantasia.

Over time,
Virtual realities became dreams,
dreams became hopes,
hopes began to fade,
Life comes into play, 
and reality checks in.

Beliefs nurtured,
Principles upheld,
Values imbued,
all became questionable.
Life took on a whole new shape,
And then, 
all display of essence,
and chastisement of conscience,
Now made sense.

Growing up was not fun
I resumed adulthood in infancy
ad became an old man in a young body.
Darkness became my forté,
loneliness embraced my soul,...