cavalier

perspective gained by time
books, music, art; these too amend
quiet talks with a friend
all assist but in the end
scope still narrowed
by the confines
of a single mind.
sometimes, i know, i hold too dear
things about which i should be
far more cavalier -
slights unintended rend me
yet, hurts given purposefully
i oft forgive too easily.
as if some inner meter calibrated
to a setting slightly off,
but would i
if i could
reset?
and if i did would i
still be me?
or am i made differently
so as to see the world
as i alone can see
or is all the world set so
but hide it better?
i don't know.