Looking at the world around   For the very first time   Never seen it all before   Hope it's not all mine      On Monday morning all alone   I woke within my house of stone   I ventured forth unto the day   These things I saw upon my way      Trees and flowers were wrapped around   With people's castoffs on the ground   Roads and noise of glass and steel   And people snared within the wheel      Tuesday looked into the sky   Where birds in peace were left to fly   Thunder rolled and lightning flashed   I watched the world as people dashed      Friday's sadness began to creep   Upon me like the deepest sleep   It seemed that only I could see   Just what my world would finally be      On Sunday back inside my room   I draw the blinds, 'tis afternoon   I let my mind find its own ways   Farewell to future days