i think trains roll
like tires, at night.

their rubber arms can
hold—

can let go.

They say ignorance is bliss
ignorance is fake bliss
you do not see
you are blind to the horrors
so everything is one color
how can you expand your mind
when you can't see.
You're afraid to take the blind fold off
so you don't see the beauty of knowing
ignorance is fake bliss.

and there are
7 billion people
in this world of ours

and yet
i ache
because i feel
so very alone

i suppose
deep down
i deserve it
for reasons i don't know