The Bliss Made of Ignorance

I molt the skin of ignorance. For under it shall be innocence. That innocence is in us all. Until we grow a witness to the truth of the world. Lies buried this truth at a young age. At this age,only the light of mind could be seen. It blinded us from the darkness. Though could not make us deaf as we grew to hear it. Once we heard it all,we changed. Into the depressed,into the aware. Into the expected,into the goal. Into who we wanted to be,into what must be. We formed a light of our own in the dark. Then made it into what good the world has. Take that realization into mind. For our joys and hardships make us better people. And better people go through them everyday.