When I see life through just my point of view.
my focus sharpens, sharp enough to cut,
then I can’t see a viewpoint that is new,
and my once open mind is tightly shut.
A viewpoint that I deemed complete and wise
turned out to be an ordinary rut,
for from a single point the world that’s wide
is narrowed to a point of viewing, but
we prick each others with our points of view,
the way we see the world from where we’re standing,
and often fail to see that there’s truth too
in views of which we have no understanding.
Our view of life is from our place in it,
yet other points of view are infinite.
Mario A. Pita