Ignorance is Bliss

Three words
A phrase which I have never really understood.
But then again, what seventeen year old would?
Who desires ignorance?

Bliss.
A state of 'being'.
Of smelling, touching, hearing, seeing.
A state evoking the senses of an oblivious child.
Ignorant.
Vulnerable.
Perhaps, every once in a while...
But who wants to be any of those things?

A key.
To lock up insecurities, doubts and fears.
Throw it,
Hide it.
Holding back tears.
To expose your truth equates to unbridled, reckless youth?

The big, bad world is waiting to gobble you up and spit you out.
I'll play Goldilocks
Bemused by the ticks and tocks of inevitable time.
Clumsy me, It's faux.
A fable
A fairytale

Wake up!
(flailing)
Take this, try this
(Drowning)
This notion 'reality'?
Or predetermined fatality?

Sweet sixteen,
Never had a kiss?
Why would you want to grow up?
When Ignorance is Bliss