It'll All Melt Away

The walls are white.
As though they might,
Project the light.

And in the night,
It seems they might,
Consume the light.

You're such a fright.

The sky is blue,
Crisp, clear, and new,
And just for you.

What will you do,
When nothing's new?
Nothing for you?

Bid it adieu.

You walk in day,
Breathe, come what may.
That much, I'll say.

Don't lose your way,
I will not stay,
To walk in day.

For you are prey.