choking from the pollution

Sometimes, knowing too much is such a curse. And on these times, how I wish I was naive, clueless from all the pollution that occupies a man's mind. That way I'll never know and in not knowing, it’s possible you'd never get hurt as much. But, you can never unlearn things completely. The residues will always be there, clinging on like a stain that would never go away. The only thing I could think of doing now is to believe in something, in someone, and in a place where I'd know that amidst all the corruption I'd be able to rest and breath and be happy.