The choice is not mine

When to open

When to close

I do not decide

What passes in front of me

What remains unseen

If I could

What would I see?

If it were up to me?

I would choose beauty

Blooming flowers

Leaves turning

I would seek life

Children learning

Stories unfolding

I would close myself to pain

Horrors born of hatred

Terrors made to maim without touch

But it is not up to me

Because what I see

Is what you create