Ignorance is truly bliss,
It is like summer's sweetest kiss.
After a harsh and tearing cold,
A release from winter's vice like hold.
And as the flower of ignorance blooms,
It brings with it no knowledge of our doom.
The misery of knowing what is to come,
Greater misery of knowing not what to be done.
Awareness is like the melancholy bird who sings on trees,
Who cannot but acknowledge what she sees.
She knows all that is to come and all that is around her,
She has no escape from the world that surrounds her.
Ignorance is truly bliss,
It is like summer's sweetest kiss.
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