The Price of Innocence and Inexperience

Of the world I know not And do I want to know? Not because of fear extroverted But of fear of my own self What awaits my call When need calls to courage An answer I have not I must be the prisoner, the servant, of time I fear I shall be ashamed And find I was never The person I am and have not the soul To ever be Would I live as I do If I comprehended As I should? Could I even bear it? I am terrified I am weak And don't see it clearly Or that I am strong And I left duties undone