It's my four walls and me.... That together try to create an absurd camaraderie.
Those four walls I try to embellish,
With delicate hands, whose tender care they relish.
Alongside, Time keeps extending it's help to me,
Morphing my walls into what they never used to be !
But I am to carry on, with all my passion,
Decorating them, defying situations that sadden.
I put a hazy picture of a house on one wall,
The house aint big, but it's happy colors embrace all.
On another, I use red and pink satins,
Making random designs; The "sweet nothings"...
My third wall stares blankly at me,
As I turn my head and it's foggy black eyes befuddle me...
Finally I turn once more, and smile at the million decoratives hanging,
This wall is a blur of thousand colors, each one forcefully compelling.
But this is not a house, for it has no roof..no rooms, no people at all...
No, i don't have a home, a home like the one that's hanging on one of my walls..
-It is just my Dreams, My love, Emptiness, and The Present...
It's just my four walls and me, as their only tenant...
