Beautiful Ignorance
Although the birds wake to sing,
Undaunted with naive glee,
Hope is not what life will bring,
So easy to sing while unable to see,
And although humans are cursed with this sight,
Not all are forced into helpless grieve,
A few are allowed to see beyond latent blight,
Ignorance, tied in a bow, as their gift of reprieve,
Those gifted are to be looked at with envy,
If they speak, you’d best to give ear,
For their formula of ignorance may be what sets you free,
From the crippling disease of assumption’s fear,
And if there are none to guide,
Then search evermore,
For fear is our truth and is to be taken in stride,
Either with eyes in crippled concealment, or blind and in the fore.