For they are the ones,
Who without a care in the world,
While grinning sheepishly with naivety,
Allow the simple words "So what?"
To escape from their simple lips.
Painstakingly wearing a smog look,
Or an infuriating straight face,
While boasting about being blind.
In growing numbers,
Boldly scoffing and shrugging,
Losing sight until they fall.
Unblinking to magnificence,
Unmoved by abundant...