Ideals In A Small World

Exulansis

Poetry
Is a vague way of telling
Well hidden secrets
...
Would you like to know some of mine?

I want to see the world
Painted in green
Where the leaves and the trees
Are king
And the voices of humanity are
A silent spring
Fire dusts the sky
And the setting sun is praised
As night whisks day away

I want a house
Near the cliffs
With A Room
Where I Can One Day See the Ocean
And someone
Who looks exactly like me
With brighter eyes
And a darker soul
They'll whisper soothing things to me
As I sleep and tell me
The world I've made is the one
I've sadly wished for all along

But there is no one
Exactly
Like me

I'd like to see the world
Before the chrysanthemums wither
Away with aching perfection
And I'd like to tell the animals
I could fake these passing emotions
No longer
But I would not apologize because
I felt nothing in the first place

But there is a place
Where the sky is pink
And the clouds are white
The sun is dim
And the morningstar is bright
The camellias, oh the camellias
Those wonderful, tempting flowers
Have black petals

The useless feeling
I never understood it
I never wanted to anyway
I believe I would have hated the plane of existence if I did
So I pushed far out of reach
And I like to loathe the distance in
Between; awful numbers and calculations between

Because if I did understand
Then I would be simple
Simple and plain and everything
I would like to be
I want to go to a time when I was blind
Of the problems of the world

An ignorant time where nothing
Was ever wrong and
I could paint the world as my own picture
With ambition and yellow envy
Of the grey around me

Oh, how splendid it is to wash the walls white
And feel pain
Even though nothing was
Ever wrong in the first place