Trails of a naive man To become skeptical one must have first experienced what it is to be naive. To have expectation broken and hopes stretched to such lengths as to snap them. To helplessly love another without knowing the depth of the deceit stirring beneath perfect eyes. To receive promise that far outweighs rationality, yet open arms widely. To smile, laugh and make play with others whilst you may be the item of their entertainment. To speak in a language which is not your own and to be silently mocked by those whom you address. To hold tongue while others take praise for that which is yours for hopeless acceptance. To rush in and spoil her on impulse alone seeing only her beauty and none of her faults.