The term refers to the way we see and understand the world.
But it amazes me how easily this becomes a blinder on our eyes, a tinted lens that colors and distorts everything else we see.
Worldview
You claim to know what’s best for me
Submission under your control
You say these truths will set me free
I bear them as chains on my soul
These fortress walls, you call protection
Inside it feels like a cell
The mental shackles now in fashion,
You think that they fit me so well
In fear you shut out so-called darkness,
Whatever can’t fit your view
Your shelter has become a prison,
The only inmate: you.
Interesting view!