My world
Created | Updated Apr 6, 2005
Looking out the window
at the world outside,
my world,
our world,
a world full of concrete,
tarmac and litter.
A solitary seagull flies overhead,
looking for food,
food we have left,
lying on the tarmac,
even though there is
a bin nearby.
Leafless trees can be seen in
the distance,
wrestling for some space amongst
the ugly buildings.
Winter is in the
world outside,
yet it is warm the room
im sitting in.
Why do we live in this
ugly world,
one that we have created,
when we strive so much
for beauty,
in everything we are?
at the world outside,
my world,
our world,
a world full of concrete,
tarmac and litter.
A solitary seagull flies overhead,
looking for food,
food we have left,
lying on the tarmac,
even though there is
a bin nearby.
Leafless trees can be seen in
the distance,
wrestling for some space amongst
the ugly buildings.
Winter is in the
world outside,
yet it is warm the room
im sitting in.
Why do we live in this
ugly world,
one that we have created,
when we strive so much
for beauty,
in everything we are?
