If my floor was the roof
and my roof was the floor
I'd trudge among the empty space
in search of a special door
that would take me away from the nothingness
and the many rocks galore
If my floor was the roof
and my roof was the floor
I'd walk and walk all by myself
as if I was trying to ignore
the feeling of alone~someness
that I had no desire for
If my floor was the roof
and my roof was the floor
I'd gaze up at the sky
and jealously start to abhor
the people walking round there
not caring for what's in store
If my floor was the roof
and my roof was the floor
I'd see a very bright, shining light
at the end of my grand tour
I'd be welcomed inside
the giant glass dome by
a very handsome gnome.
If my roof was the floor
and the floor was the roof
I'd sit and laugh on my bed
at the confused little goof
who wandered inside my glass lamp
and will probably burn to death!
-Paige Phillips
1-29-12
