Completing the Circle

Young and naïve we are acknowledged, Helpless and hopeful we crawl without care. As Priestly breathed a breathe of pure knowledge We can find admiration in the air. We look for wonder striving to perceive, Unable to see the vast human err. We do take common worries — just as thieves Only concerned with minuscule details. What we're told is all we know to believe, Still learning what infancy can entail. Yet every day something new we discover And every day something new we inhale. Wiser than some yet our minds hover Knowledge we possess unlike another. No longer relying on someone's key Now others are found relying on us. Self-sufficient and independent we Have formed our own lives nevertheless. Day after day we take life for granted Just like Madoff, made off we do digress. Caught up in our dreams—we become self slanted Only worrying about the end, not What matters, as if we have recanted. We think we're living life deep in thought But our minds don't work the same as before. Vision blurred—we can't detect life's blind spot We think we're living life to the fullest for What is truly the fullest anymore? Worn and weary, resting our fragile heads We have come full circle, now with new eyes. See a needle can hold, beauty embed Exploring life just as a bird flies. Our soul becomes young again valuing all, Devious and genius telling imp lies. Much like White is callow at heart, we stall All thoughts of our nearing end—then no more. Jovial ways fade—rapt with mental haul, Awakening we fear coping prewar. Through our struggle we refuse to admit What lies fore. Optimistic days of yore Keep us insouciant. Looping back it Humbles with wisdom of the youth and aged spirit.