Maybe I Am Still A Baby

I don't seem bothered by the day's scream The stream of misery wallowing in their eyes Has not found its victim in me I am floating far above its path of destruction It has raised its tentacles to try and grab me But I am invincible to its wicked schemes I am probably made of anti-matter or some unknown substance Something totally not understood I have no worries and concerns My daily bread is made of faith, Hope and Love I am a spiritual being wrapped in the clothes of humanity Everything taste weird except for nothingness It is all dependent on the availability of time and space It weathers away with the passing seasons Stolen by the world of illusion and delusions My favorite memories are like snowflakes Melting away with the passing flow of time Maybe I am just a baby Unable to understand the intricate world of selfishness and wickedness I refuse to be rolled into an inanimate object Forced to worship the unjust world of the constructed reality I refuse to be attracted to the stuff of materialism I refuse to be attached to the pillow of comfort I will rather be infused into the spirit within Be absorbed by the fabric of nothingness Be the tabernacle of the unknown Let Silence be my religion ©Kenneth Maswabi