Creeping in to my space
In my life, in my face
To where shall I run?
Filled every corner, every minute
Spaces in time no longer existed
To where shall I run?
On what wall shall I hang
The hours of thought
That keep us all sane
And what shelf can I claim
To shelve the ideas put into play
And how is it
That at one time
The world was so much smaller
There was no yours and no mine
And somehow they all lived
As one big happy
And even with walls between us
I still get all snappy
And paradise is deserted
Walls are good neighbors
Says God at no time
And no Christian
But I shout to empty ears
Who say you are the problem
And the problem is in here
The space you can fill
Is that chasm within
There is plenty of room
To let everyone in