The blithe bliss of ignorance

The beauty of being asleep

To slumber in cognitive dissonance

To shepherd the dreams that you covet and keep

But what about the lost sheep you are counting?

Where will that wayward herd keep their winter?

When troubles and tensions are clearly mounting,

How then will your dreams endure without splinter?

To wish away pain and wait its passing, night or day

To hope with folly or fly blindly on a wing and prayer

Is much like living with a ghost who won’t go away

Whose chain-rattling haunt you can’t deny nor bear

A child is so beautiful when they peacefully sleep

We hope their dreams make them feel safe, joyous

But when men and women sleep while walking, awake

The truth they can’t face becomes prophecy that will destroy us.