Ignorance Poem by Andrew Ahile

In our live mistakes are a daily threat
Inevitable as the scourge of death
Those words you speak arise from your breath
The after thought seldom yields regret
Yesterday your blue pen bled black
When it was your turn the sky turned dark
Your mind hungers for answers
Your time feeds on quick money and fantasy
Your companies appearance is common and undisputed
Its influence strange and undecided
Even as your mind seeks to be uncovered
The cure of falsehood must first be discovered
You do not behold your position
You are robed of direction
You dwell by absolute imitation
Always an inclusion never an exception
Your essence is unknown
Your seed of thought is ungrown
You are stuck to your present disposition
So the need of better-ways in your mind has no position
You accept mediocrity like religion
Throw away the possibility of advancement
You do not follow the sound of your heart beat
Nor the pulse of your mind
You have not sought the end of than bent street
so ignorance still has hold of your mind