Preconceived notions, how dangerous art you,
When run to you, trapping me art you.
Then caged is my mind, flexibility when you enslave,
Grouping together all in one, you make me a slave.
Then space for change, you do not give to me,
For preconceived shall remain notions within me.
“Change not people, change shall not you” say you,
Dust gathers on my eyes, as blind I become thanks to you.
But lord he intervenes, my sight restores he does,
And see the world within his eyes, ever changing I find it to be thus.
Preconceived notions, how dangerous art you,
When run to you, trapping me art you.
- Dr. Hira