When we are born, we are innocent simpletons
About life and death, virtue and vice, we know
Not a thing. We cannot even speak sense, only
Gobbledygook; as if our ignorance to show.

As we start to grow, the cerebella forms
Learning starts, again from A , B , C
We reinvent the wheel; Start again from 
Zero. Squander precious time with glee.

And when we at last mature and in advancing years 
At the frontiers of knowledge, we come to know 
We can never hope to learn about truth, for our
Vision’s weak; Even in Florida it can snow

Isn’t this pointless? Shouldn’t there be a way
To impart wisdom to a baby on first breath
So that it can, standing on these intellectual steps
Tell us! All about the mysteries of life and death.

For this seems to be the only way to stop
This cycle of life and death and life again
These never ending circles of monotony;
Of vagueness and precision, of pain and joy.