thoughts up a sleave

that's naïve
to still believe in love
that's naïve
to believe in god above
that's naïve
to be a beggars' giver
that's naïve
to favorite only summer
that's naïve
to write what only rhymes
that's naïve
to tear someone down all the time
that's naïve
to sit and mope about life
that's naïve
to want to be a house wife
that's naïve
to think we'll stop all the wars
that's naïve
to think none of this was said before
that's naïve
but it's an opinion
it's one that's constantly
changing
that's naïve
to judge anything said
because thoughts are often
at first mislead
that's naïve
to think i believe all i write
because most of the time
it's because it sounds or feels right
in a fleeting moment
passing through the present