White Space
The white space buzzes in solitude
As birds fly through in V-shapes
All is calm and rests in peace
With white space in a vast
Universe of apathy and morose
Floating on the nothingness
Of the eternal confinement
Is the young boy who runs
Running, through the same white fields
Until he finds he way home
But there is no home
And there are no birds
For they are spontaneous conjectures
Of his young by whittled mind
White is all he sees and
White is all he knows
Until he himself succumbs to the world
And becomes one with the white space
The white space buzzes in solitude
As birds fly through in V-shapes
All is calm and rests in peace
With white space in a vast
Universe of apathy and morose
Floating on the nothingness
Of the eternal confinement
Is the young boy who runs
Running, through the same white fields
Until he finds he way home
But there is no home
And there are no birds
For they are spontaneous conjectures
Of his young by whittled mind
White is all he sees and
White is all he knows
Until he himself succumbs to the world
And becomes one with the white space
