Blissful Ignorance

Sometimes its nice to let go,
To let the wind brush across your face.

And just stare at the stars,
as the milky moonlight lights up your skin.

Watching the twinkling city lights over the calm bay.

Its nice to forget,
And to not have anything on you,
But a pack of stoags and a light.

No way to tell the time
Or how long you've been sitting there,
losing yourself in time.

Because remembering,
And paying attention to the moment keeps you fettered to reality,
Time is against us,
Racing us...

To our deaths.