Though the hubris of youth be the very voice of the spirit, we do tend to muffle it, when we ought to be amplifying.
Whether or not their cry hits the mark, matters not,
In the act itself, the intention carries the potency of the very soul.
The wise man hears the song of the babe and in earnest only seeks to soften the pitch,
The fool, his ear acclimated to his own melody, corrects the jejune, harshly fostering a chorus in unison