Miss Ignorance

I miss ignorance
I wouldn’t miss self-doubt.
I miss bliss
I wouldn’t miss thinking I know better
I think I could start over better
If I didn’t start starting over
Every time I thought I knew better
If I could forget
What I think life did to me
Would I walk into the same pain
Again and again?
All life is suffering
Thanks for that bit of joy
Wisdom truly does seem foolish
In the face of a life that doesn’t reward
Being a good man.
Now what, trying to be
not me,
a twisted version
Of who I’d like to be.
Or whom I think
she would like me to be
But then again who is she
But a reflection of all the flaws
I love the most about me?