ignorance is bliss

Kendall asked me to write a poem with the first line "dread the wisdom" so i did:

dread the wisdom
bring the words
knowledge cometh
the soul is heard
information organized
with rationale in the mind
beginning to collect the truth
analyzing like a sleuth
once we know we don't forget
knowledge shapes the way we think
consciousness will never shrink
and wisdom uses reasoning
to structure concepts contently
so do the wise live happily?
does having knowledge make us free?
the wise seem to be aware
of truths that stimulate our care
for concepts that a wise man knows
burden his mind as it grows
worries come and worries go
it all depends on what we know
before thought we're all fearless
don't realize how life is amiss
there are no cares to be dismissed
so ignorance just must be bliss