To Be Blissfully Ignorant, Or Not To Be
To be aware is to know
that I will be cared, feared, & sneered;
But Ignorance is not knowing
neither who, what, or where!
My awareness can move like a shifting gear!
My thoughts slowly get hazy,
& suddenly become clear.
My Awareness is a tool I do know!
I will always use it
to live, love, and grow!
But awareness can hit
like a sudden hard blow!
One minute I'm up,
and the next minute I'm low.
They say ignorance is bliss...
this I do know!
For my awareness has become
something heavy I tow.
With this tool I see the evil all around.
This evil haunts me, it taunts me,
and I can't shake its sound!
These people and these things,
we constantly use, lose, and abuse;
They will always be here...
but it's we, who light the fuse!
My awareness has taught me
that nothing is fare.
Yet it was my ignorance
that left me lost, lonely, and bare!
So a blissful ignorance,
must truly be rare!
For it was awareness that showed me
my every ignorant care!
So now and forever
I'll sit with these thoughts at odds,
why must I be damned by the gods!?
With a mind that analyzes
every opposing thought,
And can only trust with my heart,
that not all things can be taught!
Copyright © Stefani Leslie | Year Posted 2017
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