The world.
What a strange little place I've found in you,
reeking of
desperation and ignorance
but
Everything is beautiful
You are beautiful
I am beautiful
(though we may not always think it)
The world.
Burning with excitement
Leaving its children to smoulder in the ashes
reckless wonderment
careless limitlessness
I was driving
contemplating my past
thinking of my present situation
staring at the grey streaked sky disappearing into a fast fading sunset
flinging my body every which way but home
The world.
Who has given everything but pity,
who provided us with two arms for holding
Gives our hearts
The power to embrace
The world