Our Worlds

We make our worlds from what we know And since we’re all unique, I may be quite well-versed, yet you Won’t know of what I speak. From TV shows to children’s books, Museums, movies, plays, My knowledge comes from what I learn While living out my days. Yet talk to me of swimming pools Or Facebook, football, stocks And I have nothing I can say; I’m empty as a box. To fill me up would have me go To places I’m not knowing, Although such forays would, of course, Insure that I’d be growing. Horizons that expand are great But limits to my time Prevent my branching out beyond The borders of my rhyme.