Praise be the animal that does not know itself.
That does not know to rip and tear
at personality, hopes, and cares.
That does not look into its mind
and collapse chambers in despair.
False pride pillars fracture
Ceiling dreams crumble
Ambitious walls fall
Self-awareness slumps to the floor.
Hail to the creature that needs only base comfort.
That only wants for outside warmth,
whose heart is only for beating.
That doesn’t fret future states
or ruminate on what should be fleeting.
Not hearing its own brain whisper
words of warning and worry.
Not knowing to fear itself
when looking to save its life.
The Proud Dandelion 