Life can never be

The simple thing to me

It once used to be

All the hard times

Have turned my existence

Into a very complex thing indeed

While now I am so confused

By subjective vexations

Yet I admire that simple objectivity

That used to reign supreme over me

I would not ever want to trade places

for those whose lives are so much simpler

So secure, clean-cut and carefree

In my confusion and bewildered astonishment

I have sold my naive innocence

For a little taste of more earthly wisdom

And though my soul may be deemed soiled

robust satisfaction have I achieved

In a sordid kind of way

Wisdom can only be bought with life

No book can teach us that.