A whole world is out there
But not if the eyes are closed
Nothing but the darkness
Surviving shrouded, unsure
Uncertainty and consternation
To turn the head away, eyes closed
An attempt to hide from it all
Unlike a child afraid of the dark
Wishing for it, wanting it so
Concealed from the realities about
Perchance an accumulation
Its toll unmarked, unmasked
By but an erring blink long
That finds the universe still there
All the while praying for it to end
A basic sense thus misunderstood
That blind men pray for every day
To see the lights, the colours about
With little value for the complexities
Unable to regard it with eyes closed