Little Room

Our lives sit motionless,
Writing our epitaph,
Never looking outside out of fear.

Our lives are all confined,
Small, practically blind,
To the world outside our little sphere.

The world lives past a single room,
Dancing, prancing, filled with gloom,
and when the wall breaks to fall bloom
How big is your single room?


A friend known forever,
Past a changed endeavor,
is a stranger never to be known.

Now try and look around,
there is more to be found,
Than what you only want to be shown.