Manipulation
Four white walls surround me,
I’m sitting in this room,
With only the sounds from the TV
And the posters of people out of reach
Decorating the walls, for my only company.
The loneliness I’m feeling,
Is too much for me to bear.
No. I’m no longer here.
The walls of the room expand,
Until I find myself in a big, open room,
The room is dark, but slivers of light fall around me in circles…
People appear before me,
Swaying and moving their bodies,
Finally I hear music,
The beat of the song enters my body,
And I move and sway to the music,
The loneliness is gone.
Standing in front of a window, looking out
I see cars whiz past; people walking to and fro,
Moving quickly from one place to another
Too busy and preoccupied, having forgotten
How to slow down.
People competing for the same job positions,
Money is pushing us to be greedy, it is simply too hard
To make a place in this world these days.
It is too competitive, too expensive.
No. I’m in a room, with a fireplace burning cheerfully,
I’m sitting at the table, playing a game with two little girls.
Just taking comfort in the simple pleasures of life.
Forget the worries, the stresses of life.
In fact, the outside world no longer exists.
I’m walking. I’m looking around and I see
People divided by race, by color, by distrust and wariness of another,
The distance is too great to ever cross.
People pass each other, without recognition,
Their dark heads are hidden from each other
They have no love to spare.
No. I’m seeing another side.
Disaster struck when two planes crashed
Into the twin towers.
People have been brought together
By the hundreds of lives taken,
They work together to build what they lost.
A new idea of comradeship has been born,
People pass each other, recognizing each other
And give each other support in these hard times.
The traffic passes, the hate wages, people having arguments,
Fighting, misunderstanding each other.
I feel a headache coming on. I’m in search of a quiet place.
Ahh. That’s better.
I’m staring at the beautiful, blue sky.
The sun is shining brightly, and its quiet.
In fact, all I hear are the birds calling to each other.
I sit down in a field, where flowers bloom. I breathe in,
The perfume fills my nostrils.
I feel calm.
The stresses and worries leave me,
As if they were never there in the first place,
And never mean to come again.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-02-06 05:46:34
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