A World Within

This sunlit room may have seen my yesterday But today is a never ending spring of ideas My old window or should I say looking glass Knew the old, bent me This space I’m in reminds me to keep steady on firm ground To close the blinds when the sun shines too bright When the lives of others suffocates me This room knows chaos From tears that have no name To tears just happy to be in a new place Oh, maddening ways This sunlit room seems to be a poets dream or a readers race See, the looks I give speak volumes And somehow they all know I can’t be bothered To them it is a sunlit room For myself, I see a world within