The closed mind

Why would you choose this,
choose to get stuck
in these old patterns of thought,
this ridged and corrugated mind,
arbitrarily stiffened,
rusted and stained,
no way in,
no way out,
no vision...

Yes,
I suppose it would be safe against the storms.
But wouldn't you rather grab the edge
of that sliding door,
push it aside,
let in some fresh air?


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