i am so close,

yet a million miles away.

I am so far,

from the colors and shapes.

I'll propose a toast,

to all of you.

I wish that I could run,

I wish that I could stay.

All these pictures,

piled on the floor.

Which one sticks,

take me back there.

I dream of those images,

and it makes my body sore.

I wish that I could glance,

but I can only stare.

i am so close,

yet a million miles away.

I am so far,

from the colors and shapes.