YOU ARE THE WORLD
YOU
You are the one
that my mind
will not stay off of;
you are the one
whose smile
pimples
cheeks
nose
eyes
I cannot
stop staring
at; when our eyes
meet—for you, it is
by accident, and
for me, it is
entirely
purposeful.
All the songs
are now about
you;
the lyrics are yours
as if you sang them—
as if you wrote them.
The trees are about you
and the way they grow
reflects your mind,
and their freshness is your
thoughts;
and all their leaves are the
many facets
of what you mean
to life.
fiction is about you;
ramen is about you;
Gatorade and swim meets
Are about you.
The sun
and the world
are about
you.
But you
do not know that
your mind is that
on which the very existence
of the world hinges;
you do not know
that by you, the birds
sing,
and books are read,
and beautiful things
are
made.
Or maybe
you do know;
and then
you
are all the more clever
for it.