The World Goes Round

There’s a world outside I know
And there’s a place inside I go –
Both are sad.
As meanings slip and slide
I can’t grasp what it is
In a life.
But you can ask
And while the world turns
It’s turning all the time.
The world goes round
The world around
And still I can’t explain
The reasons why we remain.
So picture the world
And the world as a picture.
Close your eyes
And you’re there
It’s no better no worse.
It’s all we have,
It’s how it looks
is how it seems
And all that goes on in dreams.