These eyes have seen more
Than what yours will take time to notice
These words don't stand for nothing
They have a meaning,
Hidden, though, you'll grasp that in a while, don't worry
The feet have walked just a bit more of a distance
than what you've walked,
You just started
And your age, its frivolous
Ofcourse you think you know too much
And most of what I say doesn't make sense
But my child, you'll be here one day
Feeling the air of existence
Hit you hard
A bit overwhelmed
And maybe,
A bit out of place.