If I But Move a Step

I seek the world
But cannot find its face,
Now I think I see,
But the image changes
If I but move a step.
It changes with every sunbeam,
And every mist of cloud.
Sometimes a mist is born in me,
A sullen mood invades my heart,
The world grows dark,
And anger stalks the streets.
A rising sun within my heart
Can change the scene
And light my day.
The image changes
If I but move a step.

~Ben Zion Bokser

tx, my dear.