Bliss(fully-un)aware
perception times time
i didn’t know
what was real
i didn’t know
what to feel
i didn’t know
how to share
i didn’t know
so i didn’t care
it was so much simpler
because i was blissfully unaware
shielded by what i assumed
to be a back home ignorance
‘twas nothing more
than a suit of petty arrogance
soul and conscience
knees and elbows
proud, defiant and threadbare
oh to just relish in the simple
and be blissfully unaware
echoes from ancient mirrors sing to me
those banshee slivers of yore
wail a keen but garbled dirge
traces of a half heard melody
flit in an out
amongst the sighs and screams
both leave the throat
aware of the death beyond the lips
there is no conceding to fair
it would all be so much simpler
were i blissfully unaware
to many thoughts
i now know,
i know too much
i now know,
i know how i lost touch
dust and cobwebs from then
litter this now and its air
life was so much simpler
when i was blissfully unaware
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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