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, And wonder 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!