Ignorance

Alone in my head the thoughts still stir
of what it is I'm supposed to be
of where it is I could've possibly come
and through whose eyes in which I see.
I've puzzled much o'er the life I live
wondered what was left to find
if they're still worth searching for,
all the memories left behind.
And then again I ponder still
on what was left for us to learn
from which we grew among each other
yet still we'd watch one another burn.
The teacher's failed, the past's forgotten
we seek for truth that never was
all chance for harmony has been forsaken
but life lives on as it always does.
(c)Mary Irene Cousino