Ignorance

I think life was easier when I was naive.

Isn’t that what they say; ignorance is bliss?

There was a time I thought I figured it out.

But every day I grow less and less certain

Of the way I’m supposed to go, or if

There is a “supposed to go” at all.

Perhaps it’s hidden in the darkest shadows

Though I have to wonder if it would be

So bad if it didn’t exist or never appeared.