A word for the closed-minded

IN my cauldron, dark with vain

I stir the source of others pain

the hateful thoughts of willowing souls

The deleterious thoughts, writhing and whole

I see and know what they fail to show

I read their way and alone I stay

For there is nothing I can do,

I'm a spectator, And I have no cue

I can only watch and not touch

For thats the way Ive been, my own is too much

I seek the opinion of the open minds

Not the closed, theyre too blind

one opinion can brighten another

and stop the judging amoung each other

for if My willowing souls only knew...

There are more feelings than the ones inside you

There are more views too see

We do not know everything, so it can never be

That the (one and only) way is the way to think.