The bliss of being ignorant; knowing for not and
drawing a blank when life hands you an empty plate
and asks you to take up the collection from the congregation.
All of who are still in hiding from their own shadow.
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You certainly packed a lot of meaning into this short verse. There is no bliss in being ignorant. Even what you don't know can kill you; ex., touching a live electrical wire. Thankfully this isn't so easy to do. Well, thinking about your previous poem, the one you vote for. So many unkowns. I don't really blame them. How can one know what to do before knowing and living all the circumstances. It is no longer a one-person show. For now, for the rest I will just say - love demands sacrifices. Yes, we are the sacrifices. I will be thinking about this one more more.