Envious
By Ender
Envious Lucky is the ignorant man, ignorant of all one possibly can, Of the fact that happiness is over rated Stranger to pain inside, having nothing on earth to hide, No reason to hate or be hated Envy you, I do, my friend, for pure are you to the very end, Your eyes are open yet do not see See the turmoil swirling round, in this turmoil you are drowned, Trapped so tight, convinced you are free Freedom though, is easily taken for granted, because of seeds society’s planted But it’s something you’ll never miss For you never had it in the first place, as the lies you foolishly embrace Your ignorance, my friend, is bliss Written November 24th, 2001 © on Nov 24 2001 06:40 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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