The Hum Of Existence

Wïll of The Ňaught

~ Ķeviņ

Dedicated to: Iam_Damned

     

Ignorance is bliss

A pleasure most cannot afford

For knowledge cannot be undone

Am I to be damned upon this bridge
Caught admist All and Naught
Subject to the will of the Day?

Is it ignorance that causes us to Look the other way, Past the consequence?
Or a blatant choice to remain blinded

By a Translucent love
Unrequited,
Except by quotations of the sentiment

What a Baggage of Bull

                  You've feed me
As disappointed hope

Sought to reign 
   Under the quise
         Of a topes disdain

And we yearn to breathe
The scents of something new      
That give us a general clue                 

Of who we are
         As the Air sees
              How to let go
                  And recognise what we need