Look away, Look away,
That I may not see
the hunger, the stricken, the pain;
I would much rather stay
In my world
Having every thing I could
ever want --
But always wanting more.
Where my problems are long waits,
slow laptops, bad tastes, no reception.

May my eye be blind to those outside my troubled door,
Who might say I live as a king,
The hungry, the stricken,
But if I do not see,
I do not know,
I never feel their pain - never feel guilt -
But am content to stay alone
in my world.