Eyes on the grass

Here is disclosed my petty discontentment  
in light, scattered metaphor whilst I stare at the damned  
  
exquisite detail in lush, soft greenery[grass]  
that would take but a tip-toe on the lily-pads    
across the moat to reach, after  
  
demolishing a series of bars, and walls adorned    
with cruel, clear, shining windows I've erected    
piece by excruciating piece between me and experience    
through ignorance  
  
and passivity where ignorance    
wasn't even a viable excuse.    
  
Well    
one might pity ignorance  
  
but passivity is kin    
to cowardice.