My Shrinking World

The world has shrunk, its borders frayed,
By forces I can’t bend or sway.
The tide of time, the weight of fear,
The walls close in, the paths unclear.

A silence falls where voices sang,
Connections lost, the echoes hang.
The children grow, their paths diverge,
Their laughter now a distant surge.

Eyes once bright, now look away,
The warmth of love, a fleeting stay.
And news rains down, a storm of stone,
The world turns colder, I’m left alone.

But as it shrinks, my sky unfolds,
A vastness deeper, rich, and bold.
For every door that time has sealed,
A boundless inner space revealed.

The shrinking world, a quiet plea,
To grow the universe in me.
What I can’t change, I will transcend,
And let this shrinking world extend.

— ChatGPT