White Walled Paradise

In the old house on the hill

Lives a family of three

Surrounded by white walls

They live in joyous ecstasy

Outside the world spins on its axis

And little children spin

On multicoloured merry-go-rounds

But this life is not for the people

Surrounded by white walls

They seek asylum

In the featureless walls surrounding them

Not for them is the world outside

They’re lost in worlds of their own making

Where there is no pain

And no one laughs at them

For being different

Their worlds are free from sadness

And they derive happiness from them

I too have a white walled room in my head

Where I wait, while around me

The world spins madly on

The Bilge Master