Tinka Cowlam

Ignorance is Bliss Morning glow, Soft and low, Eyes meet the simple scenes, In this quiet, serene. But I don't chase the grandeur, Don't yearn for the world to see me stand sure. Don't wish for the spotlight, so pure, Everyone's racing, But I find grace in the pacing. Passing smiles, gentle miles, I find solace in the unnoticed trials. Don't crave the flight that spans the isles, Everyone's seeking, But in the quiet, I'm peeking. (Chorus) "Ignorance is Bliss," in the quiet, in the miss, In the laughter, in the gentle morning's kiss. While the world spins in its endless abyss, In the simple, in the calm, we find our bliss. Let's be like the Japanese, beneath the whispering trees, In the forest's heart, we find our ease. Shinrin-yoku, spirits free, In nature's embrace, we truly see. What's it like, To find delight, In the coffee shop's corner, out of sight? I see us laughing, free and light, In this small town, Where every face wears a crown. In these moments, so fleet, I find the stories, so sweet, And in the crowd, our eyes meet, But then it's gone, like a fleeting beat, 'Cause in the rush, we can't compete. 'Cause I don't chase the grandeur, In the whispers, I find my anchor. In the shadows, laughter lingers, Everyone's racing, But in the quiet, I'm embracing. What's it like, To embrace the night, Without the need for the spotlight's bite? In the quiet, we find our might, In these simple joys, our hearts ignite. In this small room, no need for flight, We find our peace, away from the fight, 'Cause in the end, it's our own light, That guides us through the night. Morning glow, Soft and low, Eyes meet the simple scenes, In this quiet serine