Ignorance

Were I to tell you, would you still stand where now you do?

Would you pause to consider all that flows around you?

Around you and through you. Changing you continuously.

Were I to tell you those things that you do not know, would you run?

Would you collapse? Unable to bear the weight of such knowledge?

How easily you walk through your years, pausing little to hear. To listen, to see. Feeling little, but for your own wants and desires.

Were I to tell you, show you, would you cry? Begging me to again make you ignorant.

So very ignorant.