the child people

I think this is how Siddharta felt when he realised all the years of searching for life's philosophy had become futile; because after all the searching, he realised he could not attain the wisdom of the innocent, fearless, child people.

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He was born, privileged
Being taught all that could be taught
Knowing all that he could know
Living as how he should live.

He set out, looking
Seeking for the truth
Longing for the answer
To life’s great enigma.

He sat down, thinking
With the truth seemingly elusive
He starved, waited and thought
Ignoring, abandoning his senses

He looked up, watching
The children laughing
The farmers singing
The lovers loving.

He got up, yearning
To see what they saw
To feel what they felt
To believe what they believed.

He broke down, weeping
As the years of searching
Brought him to a state of unfeeling
No warmth, no love, no hope.

He could not feel
How it felt to laugh
How it felt to love
How it felt to live.

He sat down, resigned
To the innocence
To the fearlessness
To the untouchable wisdom
Of the child people.