How innocent

How innocent human kind is
Aah! That wonder stuck look
In the eyes of a just born
I wonder
How do humans learn
To poise that confidence
Of 'know it all'
Of existence
Of purpose
Of direction.
Are not these mere illusions
Imagined by each
For his own self.
For none knows it all
From where we came
Why we came
Or the purpose of existence.
And we keep generating babies
Dedicating our lives
To more lives.
Without knowing why.
I wonder!
Why?
Why continue?
Just for the sake of it?
Just because
It has been happening.
And we have built so many systems
Around us
To carry on the illusions
We keep getting duped in the
As we grow up
So much so
That we do get attached to it
Till we die.
Each is special to own self
When one is born
Dreams keep dissuading
Some do get fulfilled
But they remain
Materialistic
Even the other dreams
Are but desires
So limited to our circumference
To the level of our imagination
And we learn compromises and sacrifices
We learn how to get tangled
And untangled
And we keep living in illusions
Aaah! How innocent human kind is
Like that wonder stuck look
In the eyes of a just born.