To Sit down in a Chair by abstractportrait, literature
Literature
To Sit down in a Chair
If I was to sit down in a chair
In a large room for all to see and stare,
On a dark stage, with just one spotlight down on me
And myself exposed for the world to see.
What would my spectators say or do?
Would there be talk of morals and virtue?
Or would there be discussion of my face, of my eyes?
Would they begin to pose questions, and theorize?
If I were in the centre of a circle of faces
Surrounded by figures from all different places,
Isolated, locked away from everything I know
In a compact, little room, without even a window.
I wonder if they'd laugh, if they'd cry?
If they'd utter comments whereby –
I was distraught, upset
To Sit down in a Chair by abstractportrait, literature
Literature
To Sit down in a Chair
If I was to sit down in a chair
In a large room for all to see and stare,
On a dark stage, with just one spotlight down on me
And myself exposed for the world to see.
What would my spectators say or do?
Would there be talk of morals and virtue?
Or would there be discussion of my face, of my eyes?
Would they begin to pose questions, and theorize?
If I were in the centre of a circle of faces
Surrounded by figures from all different places,
Isolated, locked away from everything I know
In a compact, little room, without even a window.
I wonder if they'd laugh, if they'd cry?
If they'd utter comments whereby –
I was distraught, upset