The music is loud yet so confidential.
I cannot help feeling even more
like the center of the universe
than usual as I walk along to a rapid
little version of "The Way You Look Tonight,"
and all I can say to my fellow pedestrians,
to the woman in the white sweater,
the man in the tan raincoat and the heavy
glasses,
who mistake themselves for the center of the
universe-
How does the speaker of Collins's poem feel
conflicted?
O He feels connected, but he is isolating
himself from others by wearing earphones.
O He says that he is the center of the universe,
but he is walking around on earth.
O He confuses the people playing the music
with people walking around on the street.
DONE