I Fear Being Wise Poem by Rachel Henley

I fear being wise,
and ignoring the wishes of heart but not my mind.
To know too much, kills too much of life.
Being wise to me, is the opposite of being free.

Being wise and knowing the truth,
of the people who you called friends,
of the times you claimed you were at your best,
being wise does not grant you happiness,
but the truth, and reality at its best.

To know the truth in the office,
the tales of gossip and the tales of betrayal,
To be wise and know everything,
that everything you have, is nothing.

No, give me my happiness,
with all its falsehood and artifical memories,
let me play pretend with my enemies,
who tangle my life with gossip in their webs of lies.

Wisdom is a self-made prison to me,
and ignorance is setting a caged bird, free into the skies.

Isn't it much better to enjoy life?
Without knowing the harsh reality of life,
I would sleep with false content in my heart,
than to look down on the world, with the narcissism of the stars.