Illusionary Nightmare

Redundantly avoiding
the question in my head,
the one that left me pondering
for hours alone in bed.
It dug deep into me this time,
it wove into my skin
So that now I must address it:
Is choosing ignorance a sin?

It is the only wrong I have ever believed
could ruin a life so certainly
Hiding, covering all who were deceived,
allowing for them to blatantly
accept that nothing can ever be better
than the way it already is
allowing the rain to drench them, wetter,
until their lights spark out with a fizz.

No one sees what the world becomes,
when they decide to be happy
when they choose to be in love
when they choose to spend life napping
in an illusionary nightmare
that pretends to be the best
yet it sucks away every ounce of time
that anyone ever had left.

Strung along, pretending,
that we all understand
the world can get better if we all stand hand in hand!
Surely if we clean up the mess
we have spent our lives creating
We can spend so much less
time on useless debating.

Wake up, world,
and learn to see
that you have a choice to try and learn to be
To move forward like you always have,
to walk past all the pain--
or you could stop.
Look.
Realize you're not on top.
We're all on the bottom;
We pretend what's wrong is right
this is why I open my eyes
to the dark that is the night.