The Bliss of Ignorance
I close my eyes to the loud world's fickle glance,
I cradle calm within an unbothered trance,
No weight of why, no rueful second chance,
Contentment hums where careless moments dance.
Questions pile like stones on storm-worn sands,
Yet I walk light with soft, uncounted hands,
Ignorance blooms with peace that understands,
A quiet heart that wanders gentler lands.
Let knowing voices shout and franticly prance,
I'll sip the dusk and hold my wide expanse,
For bliss takes root where doubts don't get a chance,
And simple joys outshine the scholar's lance.
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