Looking through a box – tiny hole [think pin]
All the way inside – white, black, red – only little world
Magnified and distorted, bending of ligh
I could reach in and pull myself in and live there
But I can’t, so I’ll just
Eye wide open against the glass
Side to side and up and down
A little tiny world I created
But it’s static and I know it’s not real
There isn’t even any pretend people in there
Just some walls.