Is it better to remain naive and sweet;
An innocent pure heart that blinds all evil;
To trick yourself into believing that bad is actually somewhat good;
Having a heart like an innocent child;
Who spilled the flour on the kitchen floor;
Only to try to clean it while smothering flour dust unto the air;
Will that get me to heaven?
Or do I seek depth and deepness;
Looking for knowledge near and far;
Kissing the waxed shoes of famous scholars;
And soaking into my ears every noise that comes between their lips?
Follow them like paparazzi;
Everywhere they go I must too;
Surely this is the right thing to do;
They are my golden ticket to paradise;
A gift from Willy Wonka himself; the whole chocolate factory;
Munching on all the treats with no cavities;
Will I be held more accountable for this wisdom I have received;
Or the list of events I need to attend to seek my beloved speakers;
They talk and talk and talk;
And I walk and walk and walk;
Hoping that the door to paradise is getting closer to me;
Is this the right way?
Or is simplicity?