Safe in Your Narrow-Mindedness

It’s easier to believe what you believe when everyone else is wrong, right?
To walk blindly through the night when you deny the reality of the light?
And it’s easier being a big fish in a small pond than it is to swim in the sea,
Or to be a grand tree in a backyard garden than a sprout within some forest,
To sing soliloquies to your mirrored image than to join some festive choir,
So suggestive of frailties you try to hide as you abide in a self-made world,
But is such abject dearth worth the emptiness of such a vacuous existence?
When the world around abounds in mystical beauty and sensuous luster?
When you are welcome to make your home neath the dome of kind skies,
Where everyone is greeted with opened arms, friendly faces, warm kisses,
And embraces appropriate in a family of wondrous, affectionate diversity,
And love that upholds one’s soul thru adversity with no minatory perfidy?
Ah, but you cling to cerebral idols erected in your narrow, mental temple,
And at what cost, but that of the integrity and life of your very own soul!