The World In Which You Are

Mirrors are windows
If you use the right eyes,
Lights are the sun
If the ceiling is the sky....
The world in which you are
Is so little as a star,
The universe, you'll find,
Is as infinite as the mind.

Bedrooms are prisons
If you sleep in all day,
Sheets are the bars
If there is where you stay....
The world in which you are
Is as cold as the bars,
The universe, you'll find,
Is as frozen as your mind.

Curtains are walls
If you keep them closed,
Darkness is death
If the sun is opposed....
The world in which you are
Is so barren and insular,
The universe, you'll find,
Is not enough to keep the mind.

Music is religion
If the temple is your ear,
Songs are sermons
If to their message you adhere....
The world in which you are
Is but a chord progression on guitar,
The universe, you'll find,
Is the soundtrack of the mind.

Go on to These Jazz Dreams

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