• jpbaldwin 14w

    Ignorance is bliss?

    On this gravel I shall travel
    Digging in this beaten path
    Under bridges with the pigeons,
    wondering how long can I last. 
    It will depend still my friend
    On my song & dance
    I am certain it's predetermined,
    there is no room for chance.
    People talk like their God
    claiming time to not exist, 
    Then they tend to their friend,
    & yelp to them what time it is.
    If nosey people would close their peephole,
    minding their own biz
    They could tell their noses,
    To smell red Bled roses 
    or even find their kids
    I finally see why people rather be
    having ignorance to get their bliss