To the World

I've seen scars raised by landmass-boxing.

I've sped down them, too–on skis.

I've seen a real-life Mordor

By the bluest of the seas.

I've seen pie-sized green eyes

Framed by rare red hair in curls,

and speaking in mathematical terms,

I've not even been to the world,

Nor know I my entire mind,

Although I know I wanna.

I've been as far as shelf's edge,

Not to deepest Mariana.

There are seven billion minds like mine,

Worlds of lightning and ridges and rifts.

In philosophical terms, no one's ever been bored,

Just too lazy to google-drift.