The Uneducated are looked upon with great pity by society and what good reason they have.
No Doors of opportunity are opened as they wander past. On the contrary, doors are slammed shut and heavily barricaded against their bruised hands and outstretched arms and pleading eyes. Today's hard struggle is tomorrow's unavoidable litany. Listlessly they venture, finding refuge and comfort in morbid thoughts.
Though some give up and continue on their way without complaint, many others relentlessly restart the process with the diminishing hope they have left inside. And sometimes the odd tom somehow succeeds, but for the most part they remain and perish in the hopeless state of living that they have come to call life.
Yet rejoice not all you who claim intelligence as your own. Your fancy night masks not only blind you from your partner's reading bed-side lamp, but also from the reality that lies beyond your white picket-fence. What you've been taught by those around you - by the equally blinded eyes of those who live like you - offers you very little difference.
You know nothing of the feeling of humiliation one experiences when begging, or how much a sincere plea costs the heart. And it isn't cold you feel when you walk out of your house in grand , thick coats in the heart of winter.
So don't be fooled by the mist that covers this place; ideas of paradise from your mind erase. No matter what road you tread, on the same path you will remain.
To your left hardship and strain dominate, and though the right looks promising and is travelled with ease, it really has nothing of substance to give.
Whichever way you look at it: Ignorance is a two-way street.