I Sit Lonely

I sit lonely,
In this white box of a room,
In silence,
looking at a small child,
who is sitting all alone,
Why is it?
Why must the child sit lonely?

I stand depressed,
in this white box of a room,
staring out the window,
and I see a happy white tree,
a happy tree standing depressed,
Why is it?
Why must the tree stand depressed?

I lay quietly,
in this white box of a room,
watching a baby play,
watching him throw his rattle to the ground,
his rattle that won't make a sound,
Why is it?
Why must the rattle lay quietly?

I vanish easily,
in this white box of a room,
and I see a rabbit,
see him running,
and then he vanishes,
Why is it?
Why must the rabbit vanish easily?

I'll die quickly,
in this white box of a room,
and I see a rose on the path,
a rose not in water or the ground,
a rose out in the sun and heat,
Why is it?
Why will the rose die quickly?

I won't be missed,
when they notice I'm gone,
when I finally vanish for good,
I'll be free
with the others like me,
but why is it?
Why won't they miss me?