Small White World
I closed the blinds today.
It seems better, somehow,
Not to see the world,
When there’s something
You really want to see,
But can’t.
It’s easier to stare at the
White walls, and the
White windows, than a
World, that stands between
Me, and the one thing I want
More than anything else.
Now my world is small,
Uncomplicated,
I can reach out and touch
The boundaries.
And there’s no room
For dreams.
When I was young,
I could afford big dreams,
There was plenty of time
For them all to come true.
Now it’s best to have small dreams,
The kind that fits into small time.
It’s all very neat, but,
There is still one thing,
That my small, white world
Can’t keep out,
It can’t keep me from thinking
About you.