God, I wish I was an ignorant lump of meat,
To mix unthinking with unthinking sheep -
To never stray beyond the tired flock’s tiresome bleat:
To live my life in shackled sleep.
I wish I too had never seen
The flickers round our shadow dream,
And walked instead a narrow road
And sharing, shared a lumpen load.
And would I too could still my mind
And leave all doubts and fears behind,
And never have to chase my soul -
For nothing, nothing, held a goal.
And should I wish to raise my eyes
And dally – p’raps – in quiet surprise,
I wish I too could baffled see
No hint nor hope of destiny.
6/3/00
Ignorance is bliss. A poem about unthinking, unquestioning, and being part of the group.
