Home, sweet home
Two walls that I can stare
Friends or foes
Something they just can't share
In my own division of the space
I can breathe
Miracles of fame and money
Haunt the breeze
An endless field
Windy Autumn nights
A Fireplace
A fusion of burning hearts
And bu*terflies
Caught in the traps of snakes
Black snakes
The tube trains like to stamp
Shades, white shades
Protruding from my lamp
In my own division of time
I can breathe
Prisoner of the supreme laws of biology