Ignorant Bliss
Describe me the pleasures of ignorant bliss,
When life's like a train you are bound to miss,
When casual trifles appear in pink,
And wonders untouchable instantly shrink.
You don't want to alter reality frail,
So every bold thought finds itself in a jail.
You welcome no changes, you try just to match
The role you play, fate's satirical sketch.
You say you don't mind it, I know its false,
Your day, like a wheel, monotonously rolls.
You suffer to fit an invisible hole
That life cast you into. To fight or to crawl?
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