Who are we who didn't know?

Who are we who didn’t know?
Living by our artlessness--
Uncultured, we slothfully are
Subverting what we will become.
We laugh and drink till morning come,
Then eat and stink till sleep succumb.
What text has led us astray?
These pages are recklessness,
Trivial seeds--unbound, our
Loose pages lost in the west winds
And shallowing youth and romance.
We’re shaken from our staring trance.
Or was it by pure ignorance?