I blame the world for all my troubles and insecurities,
As I lay here struggling to find sleep
I want the world to see me, and acknowledge my pain,
And for a moment it seems I am the centre of it all,
So I close my mind and try to envision the world.
I see myself from my bed, then from my room,
Then my house, then my village,
I get anxious as the world widens
From city, to parish, to country.
I can no longer see myself
Which is when I realize
I am really just a spec of dust in the desert.