I listened to you today.
You were off in your own world,
Singing in the library.
You were in your own little world,
And you seemed so happy there.
Can I go with you next time? I'd like to.
My world is frightening, terrible, loud.
Fanatics fly planes into buildings
And bomb others in mid-air,
Blaspheming the very Name they claim to serve.
Yours is a world of Superman,
Wallace and Gromit, a dog named Blue,
And a constitutionally mandated bowl of ice cream
Every night before bedtime.
It seems so happy and free.
It's nice to see, and fun to visit.
Next time you go, please tell me first,
So I can go there with you.
Monday, August 14, 2006
off in her own world
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