David Lacey

(2/3/87 / Middlesbrough)

These Rooms Are Little Worlds


All these rooms are little worlds
All the world a room to see
What I'm watching, etching in
My vision with closed eyes could be

The vision of a higher future
Dreaming of a higher realm
Beyond the rising tide
That makes us skin and bone at helm

The dog is chasing down the fox
The heat is on too hot for socks
The world is turning, learning in
Our vision what we're living in

As every room a little world
All the world a room to see
What I'm watching, etching in
My vision with closed eyes could be

Submitted: Monday, March 31, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 01, 2014

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