I live in a house with a gray roof
The walls are tall and white
The windows are open, full of hot air entering
And through them are cherry red leaves
Let the wind past through them
Let my mind flow
Let me think with imagination and sorrow
Then I sit and think about those days
When I was free.
Now the walls are gray, the roof flat
And cracks astray
The window open with clouds around
I can’t see past, but straight down
My mind is brewing
My eyes are seeing a dark future
And I wish for pity, no pain
And then I cry
Because the days now are the same.
No new stories or fun
My adventures ended
And I’m in pain
Those days are gone
And these are the same.
