The bliss of ignorance?
We live in a world wrapped in lies,
Pretending that ignorance is bliss,
We're caught within the stages before insanity,
Left with only memories of the moments we've begun to miss.
We exist amongst the fragile remains of hearts,
Stating the truth we would rather not know,
Only traces of happiness are left within our minds,
To comfort us when we feel low.
We journey alongside secrets,
Kidding ourselves that less is more,
How can ignorance really be bliss?
When there are only so many things one can ignore.
We, as individuals, swim through emotion our entire lives,
Ending up either suffering or resting on the sand,
Forever pushing the truth to one side,
Never really for filling the hearts demands.
Together we bury the truth,
Deeper and further still,
Insecurities haunt majority of thoughts,
As there's we have still yet to kill.
Is ignorance bliss?
Or is the statement just another fable?
We all seem to be blind to the obvious,
We're giving lies an upper class, sophisticated label.
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
The Pure, Simple, Truth.
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