Closed Worlds



So many folks rushing about in their own worlds

Their voices clattering ... but their are eyes closed

For they see only the things they want to see ...

Missing magical opportunities, lost in their trees



Driving, they are closed within a confined space

Gardening, they are immersed in their own grace

Walking with their dogs, they defend their tracks

Working on their cars, they lie flat on their backs



Writing letters on their pc systems - they focus on

Only things they want to, overlooking others strong

Writing the very same questions again and again ...

When answers were already at hand, all the same



Worlds wrapped up in their emotional vacuums ...

Walls papered with flowers to brighten their rooms

But ... outside, where real flowers grow and bloom

Their worlds are closed, for the hearts have no room 



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

4:28pm Saturday, May 22nd, 1999