Closed

I often come cross people who are 'closed'. Some say they are know-it-all, other's say they are insecure with themselves. No one actually knows the real reason...because they are closed. It's like tasting a cyanide...you can't actually know the taste because you are dead before you know it.

Maybe being "closed" is not as deadly as cyanide, or is it? Maybe it's a slow poison. Little by little it kills any hope for the imagination to escape. No curiosity, no thirst to learn, no love, no hate.
Closed like you have never seen the light. Like you have never known the dark.

I am exaggerating obviously. You won't go to that extent. You will sense the danger and stop.

But what if you don't?

 Oh! i forgot, if's and but's don't work in your world. All the possibilities is out of reach. All you see is what really exists.

Call me crazy but I like to draw outside the line.