Would I be happier if I were alone? Sequestered from the world, society, and what goes on? With no one to compare my life to, envy won't follow. Cos knowing what they have, points out what I don't.
In my hasty mind, I accuse knowledge the culprit. For what I covet and know, to my heart brings sadness and sorrow. To scorn ignorance and efface it, I realise now is a mistake. A morbid way to take it back—a severe accident must take place. Oh, but what a delight it would be, if it could materialise and set me free! In the form of a gentle lover, opposed to harm and injury. Erasing this misplaced jaundice, that poisons my battered heart with malevolence. So with magical hands and touch, I pray upon my lips he'll bestow a kiss. For when Knowledge becomes too much .. Ignorance is bliss.