This ignorance... an half empty glass,
This niche you call your own.
A tavern of mindless babble,
Anticipation of all that is at hand,
And never dreaming of a world beyond.
This ignorance... Shunning the science of possibilities
Willingly walking on shards of glass
And never seeing the light that splits
Into seven colours.
This ignorance... you have harbored and made your own
Sitting in the middle of a very dark room,
Your mind,  swimming in the unknown.