New And Old Gold

To live in this world I prepare, 

A world where people hardly care. 

Blind to a different view, 

Blind to ideas new. 

Why do they loathe what they can't disprove, 

I was told the world works on the proof. 

Why is "difference" a waste, 

Even Every new recipe is, till you taste. 

Why, Hard it is, to accept the new?

Proved and fair yet accept a few. 

This world is built on what once was new, 

Without it where would have you been? Yes, You.