In this world, and on this earth
Dwell two types of people–
Those that live, and those who are dead.
Those that carry love, and those who carry fear;
They that take chances, and them that shrink from gambles.
Which is the better of the two?
Those who fear will die in their stillness,
But they do not acknowledge or realize this–
Is ignorance truly bliss?
We that catch the ride of adventure
Experience bliss, though not through ignorance;
And sorrow comes as well, sometimes–
But rather than fright at this, and die,
We wrestle our sadness and learn from the pain;
We conquer our fears and learn through the victory.
So our lives have greater sorrow,
But greater growth, true happiness, and life.
Ignorance is death.
To know the vagabond’s lifestyle,
The shiftless dreamer’s adventures,
And the journeys of the anarchist;
Given that some will never know life,
Or love, as I have known them,
I choose to take my chances
And ignore bliss.