Ignorance, you’re such a drama queen. Always ready to kill, your deadly bite is indeed subtle, even for those who look away, pretending you don’t exist. You come in different levels, albeit your glamour never wears off, no matter how deep you sleep.
A stone here and there, a forgotten chair, you creep in from around the corner, turning lives upside down, utterly enjoying the disaster. You’re not to mess with, and that is something you know, unlike the ones who prefer to wait, linger, and postpone.
How can we honor your presence and alchemize you into our weapon?
Face me straight on. You don’t have the luxury to dismiss my objective. Live boldly, build a bridge, step over the stones, and walk around or underneath.
Dance with the flow and invite me to show you how to best perform. Your biological computer will shut off if you keep me spinning behind a back door.
Don’t be afraid to choose, pivot, and change your path, beautiful soul.