In the Wake of a Morning Light

Ignorance

I am broken by ambition
I am plagued by the weariness of expectation.
Perhaps the world would be so much brighter
If only we had eyes that looked past the darkness.
I am torn between distress and realization, my heart yearns to hear-
The sweet comfort of a caring soul, and eyes that look past tears.
Oh, how I wish to bury myself deep in the soil of fullness
In the gardens that lack any ponder or any thought-
A carefree world built on hope and blissful ignorance;
I wish we were not so dull.