Youth surely is bliss courtesy of all the ignorance bread as you skip along a golden unassigned path, tweeting blue birds in tow – Red Riding Hood style.
It won’t be for
long though…
Soon you will
fumble, rumble and tumble through the fitness course of experience
A few scrapes, lip
bleeds, bruises and birthdays you’ll be an adult in living colour
The inevitable swap
as you exchange emancipation from your life long investors, the dreamers and believers
of your outlook for public drug and sex related dependency.
Wedging your ‘own’
path as they say...
Oh the irony!
You continue to
trade the wisdom that has been forced fed for self inflicted stupidity Carnality
of carnalities, in pursuit of individuality blurred at the edges,
Blended in by
those whose opinions aren’t the value of a worn out coin
But alas you let them
throw pennies in your pools of thought
Placing their
filthy assumptions into your mind
A hybrid whirlwind
of self destruction misconstrued as self discovery ensues
The real you is blotched
out...No! It is Pixilated
Tiles shift little
by little at tectonic paces
Just like that your
authenticity is...LOST
The you, you once were, ought to have been has
been wiped out
Only a glossy
manufactured surface worthy of common reflection remains
The bliss in
ignorance is this; pleasurable naivety the unconsciousness to fact is not your
own
The shield from mass
opinion and heresy, where full individuality manifests
And ignorance is judgement
free.
Which is better
the comfort and originality of lacked knowledge or an artificial existence...
take a look at the reflected image you call your own is it simple to condone?
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