I don't know,
Maybe it was a strength in those words
That kept me going
Trudging, fighting to breathe
In this uphill battle
Only to know what
Was on the other side.
Some might call it immaturity,
Some might call it naive,
but my endless curiosity never
Let them bind me back
and maybe, just maybe
The young cluelessnes
Wasn't so blind at all.
Because, I found it
The world of possibilities it had opened,
Ones never availible before,
Were now in the grasp
Of my clumsy little hands
Possibly, just possibly,
That was what saved
Us.
