Innocence of Not Knowing

Was it summers or winters that taught me to dream?
Reduced noises and occasional breeze carrying the soul away
Whilst I lie on that wall, over the roof - dividing the houses
Well, it feels as if my dreams were painting a border line
Between that present which has now passed
and the present which I thought was the future.
That music from the old, made me look crazy amidst the crowds

I let my mind corrupt with the knowledge
Cant say I learnt it all but I was ahead of the most
Well, its never ending, the line in which the most I referred to stand
But again, does it even matter?
I have drifted afar in this vast ocean
I wonder how many borders I had to draw at different points
How many time I had to look like a fool

The ocean of time offers all kinds of fishes
Chance and luck are the rarest. You drift away in the pursuit of dreams
Well, honest dreams I should say, the borders I learnt to draw
The maps I used to navigate and the techniques I learnt to fish
Wonder which Oceans am sailing in now!

Amidst the calm chaos creates,
the heart has learnt to enjoy being ignorant
the very many benefits of not knowing?
Oh! Its insanely beautiful!
May be people call it a defeat.
But I say, catching a variety of fish and learning to do that
All by yourself and sailing these vast oceans all by yourself
May be we wont catch those two
But the ocean never lets you off with nothing, does it?

The dreams I saw on the roof
The stars, the music, the science, the math
Fishes! Thats it.
Time flies by. The sailing continues
The art of learning t not know
Innocence it offers and the calm it instills
We just drift.