And then, I found the answer

I saw a child stumble about that road
packed to the brim with sorrows.
I saw him playing with a nameless thing.
A useless, nameless toy thing and him, and nowhere
Was his salvation found and then,
I found the answer.
How can troubles be at all
For one who does not know
What "troubles" means?

I saw another bigger kid
Running and yelling with scissors in his hand,
Rolling up and down a big old staircase
I saw him squander the great heights of a stately manor
For fleeting joys and the most frivolous laughter
Hurt my ears upon hearing it,
As was his custom to horselaugh at everything, and then,
I laid forth another fancy:
How can serious manners be serious,
For one who's unaware of the meaning
Of "serious" and "frivolous"?

I saw a man running and gasping
Down the pristine avenue of chasing dreams
Which aren't really anyone's, named after someone
No one knows who was.
I saw the towering buildings he entered
With the gallop that he's coined around
In that world where numbers count more than names
And names, more than minds, more than virtue.
Leaping furiously upon the inadequacy of minions he bears
The whip and think is being fair in his demands and then,
I understood:
How can a man who knows not what "justice" is
Be just and appreciate beauty and grace?

I saw a girl minding her own business
In a jungle with dense air, damp and heavy
And perils around every corner, I saw her
Innocence being torn apart by the beasts that ravished her wildly
Framing her mind into a set of manners,
Shaping her preferences and setting her would be standards,
On the boys and kids and men that roam the world and then,
I comprehended:
How can they know they're being manipulated
If they in turn manipulate not knowing what "manipulation" means?

I saw an elderly couple
Walking silently on a decaying road
Leading nowhere, built with much hard work,
But also many tears, I saw them
Meeting expectations and setting standards,
Fulfilling demands and asking demands to be fulfilled
And not explaining why, but, most importantly,
Not asking why either, and then,
I came to ponder:
How can truth be achieved
If it's not pursued?

I saw an infant child,
Their parents full of joy,
Their siblings also happy,
Their elders proud and everybody,
Seemed to let all their petty wants, needs and desires aside
For a child, a means to continue with the endless charade,
I saw us all walking towards the horizon, nonetheless, and then,
I found the answer:
How can man change his ways when
All man breeds is men?