Ignorance

I will not trade
Painful truths
For lazy lies,
Hard gotten intelligence
For easy ignorance,

How can they claim
That through these
False states comes bliss?
Where would we be
If we had accepted
Only this?

In a cold harsh cave,
Scared of the dark
And the wide wide world,
Terrified of the apple
That fell on our heads,

Curiosity may have killed
A metaphorical cat
Or two, but who knew
That we would one day
Stand above it all
Looking down at what
We have become,

If ignorance is bliss
Then to misery
I surrender…

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Poem © Phen Weston

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