entering a snowy white
where shadows fail to catch the light
no dusk or dawn to trace
no doubt this is your hiding place
colors of vanilla ice
it’s strange how only blanks survived
curtains whispering a breeze
I’m not so sure that I’m at ease

amazing how your world seems right
one tree, one bed, a white that’s white
Seeming so calm, so cool
no trace of hues
you’re bleaching your life
your blues

the room I’m in seems very wide
though it makes me realize
how painful space can be
when all this space’s not meant for me

a box is kept under the bed
you take it out, I hold my breath
a case that holds your state of mind
with all the blues that you can find

the warmth brings out even some red
I meet your eyes and turn my head

Seeming so calm, so cool
not showing hues
I’m bleaching my life
my blues

sitting down, I hear that tune
shading your milky room
slowly we change a word or two

I see you close the lid and then
I know my place again