Analysis of The Worlds a Special Place.

I don't have to look far to see why,
before the big D I let out a sigh.
My only child who still likes to try,
Like this I have to notice the airborn cries,
Technological advancements, planets on our course.
People at airports waiting in turn for faces that light up so quickly it yearns.
I look at the flora and see their shapes,
Some of them older yet proud in their states.
People pipping to the post, flying through thought but going so slow.
Eyes look at me and I stumble to look back, then I look so hard it seems an attack.
I scratch at stones on a brittle wall, passing I feel weakness in something so strong.
And strength in carrying someone so small; in reading him the Bible so he doesn't feel alone.