impressions

we as humans are born as blank canvasses 

we are free from outward forces

ideas haven't formulated in our minds 

we haven't the slightest clue of what is right or wrong

the reasons behind perspective and experience have yet to mold

we are born into a world as infinite as specs of dust dazzling in a stream of sun

when do we build our own voice and interpretation of the world

how do we as humans know what to expect when the wave comes up and throws you into a somersault? we are walking impressions of ideas, beliefs, and experiences