Wisdom

When I started out, I knew I had none
The stuff I read, always reinforced that I was a bum
And the more I sought it in others, the more I learnt
That if I was ever gonna get any, it wasn't gonna be without getting my fingers burnt

And so I spent my days as a kid, often listless
The expectations of others, always reinforced I was a mess
And the more I tried to sort myself out, the more I was aware
That if I was ever gonna get any, it wasn't gonna be without a little scare

When I grew up a little more, I looked hard to try and find
But what the others saw, always reinforced I was blind
And the more I tried to see, the more I realised
That if I was ever gonna get any, it wasn't gonna be without skinning my hide

I spent my days as a teen, mostly in a haze
The confusion that was unfolding, always reinforced I was crazed
And the more I tried to seek clarity, the more I understood
That if I was ever gonna get any, it wasn't gonna be without being misunderstood

In my days as a young man, I have now come to know
What I seemed to have sought, was just a misleading show
And the more I try to be real, the more I seem to comprehend
That if I'm ever gonna get any, it wont be before the end...