We're in a room,hitting the walls
The worlds not round its like a hall,
People can't breathe,they're walking the walls
Their ideas keep crashing and having fights.
If only one of them could see the light

The hall so long and people can't see,
Their ideas so small they need to be freed !
Lets knock down the wall,
So people can see,let their ideas breathe,
Then hopefully they'll see the worlds much bigger
And its not just me !

A glimpse of dew at the start of the day.
The sun shining on leaves as they play.
A piece of clay shaped into a loving animal.
The whoosh of sea when entered by a mammal.
A touch of a white flawless face like ivory.
The wearing of fine silk covered in embroidery.
A gleaming,gigantic bridge that meets the skies.
The graceful movement of a bird as it flies.
A sparkle from a clear white gem.
The sleek contours of fast cars preferred by men.
A whiff of newly fresh baked bread.
The scenes of sea,sun and sand in the med.
A cold icy blow from snowy weather.
The rhythm of musical instruments when they work together.
A sleepy eyed glance from your latest lover.
The soft warm,comforting embraces from your mother.
To encapsulate these within in a lotion,
Would surely be the best selling beauty potion.
We would have to put into a special box
Then let everyone have just one drop.