To those be jewelled in ignorance and wear “I don't knows” upon fingers. To those that look and see nothing though they've stared for years. You don't deserve the scorn you get for all the blood you gather when you are what life is made of. All the things that matter.
They say that life is mystery and that we should never know beyond the wall and past the sea though the rest of us still what of. We strive to seek to know but you still see a mystery long after we name the facts.
You adore the wrapping darkness while we label every crack. I long to see what you see each bend, a new surprise. You truly see the world a new at every waking sunrise