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.