Ignorance is Bliss

Soda became vodka
and kisses turned into sex.

Perched on dad’s shoulders was your idea of getting high, with the mental synthesis that the world was so simple; and crime existed only in horror movies.

Race issues were about who could sprint the fastest across a field,
and war was only a playground game.

Goodbyes only meant till tomorrow,
and apparel was worn for comfort, not status and judgment

Kinship wasn't built off of your monetary value,
Instead, bonding was based off a mutual, genuine love for one another


And we couldn’t wait to grow up?

Reviews

[Aventicus]

Ignorance is bliss, a drug that denies reality. The acceptance of reality, as terrible as it is, demonstrates in one a high level of maturity. The desire to deny such a thing demonstrates great childishness in oneself. I can understand the want to remain in one's own land: The world is dark and corrupt and the playground of one's mind brings one great comfort. Yet remaining left to one's own devices shall do one no good. One would remain in the green pastures of his mind palace, never desiring for any further growth of the soul or intellect while the world around him burned. And as the world burned, the pain of the fire would bring about a stark realization all too late for anything to be done in light of it.

[abderrahmane dakir]

I like it, You analyze is so logical. Thank you for sharing.

[Tobias H. Reese]

Good intelligent writing...

[Gabriel]

I can certainly identify with this.. not that I'd want to live my teenage years again, some of it was quite difficult. But I do miss the innocence of those years. A lovely poem by the way, and well written. Thanks for posting it.

[Circe]

this is all very true, a lovely reminder of what once was... and to think we are in a hurry to give it up, always wanting what we do not have, it is crazy. great piece.