Tonight it's dark.
Just like today, and the day before, and last week.
And last month.
It's quiet in the dark. Nothing moves, nothing speaks.
But behind a glass wall talk is seen.
Talk is cheap.
Just like you. And you. And you.
Or so they thought.
All is clear from where you sit. And between us there is
No smoke to hide that truth.
So go ahead.
If ignorance is bliss
Then I am in a very. Sad. Place.