How narrow-minded humans are all day

Wound up, so tight, always in one big fit

Their hat down low, life is boring one way

With negativity, seclusion’s it.

The ignorance of some, leads to boredom

Blind as a bat turning towards the sky

Their actions tend to be only for some

But most can see that narrow mind is rye,

For on the eerie grounds in which we stroll

Make sure to lift your head and open ears

Maybe this change is for the long, whole toll

Just maybe something lies deeper than fears

Connecting with others will lead to glee

This life surely is extraordinary