Less Better or More

Words are permanent,
Meanings change,
Love and hate are opposites,
But both have curious rage.
The vocabulary of life,
Is no different than of dictionary,
The more you learn,
Much more distractions as
options appear.
It is why a growing child,
Sleeps with his hands up and open,
Because the less he knows,
Lesser fears he has,
And I as a grown up with close fists,
Develop my own scares.