I am here within a house I once did live
No one is around so I have only this to give
Birds fly through the open cracks of trees
Hearts surround this place which I do not believe

At the sight of the first light of the morning
Coffee grinds and cream began foaming
Stairs do creak when one weighs heavy upon them
My feet are pointed in every direction but where to begin?

Closed off chest shaky the knees begin to go weak
Living in life nowadays is no easy feat
Inches no longer matter for honor is in the mile
Soon I hope I can muster just a small smile

These hours here hold no haste within them
They creak along like a snail upon the hem
Tree branches crack hold an echo like a gong
Cheers of triumph from the animals held on the log

I sweat for my humor holds no strength in these walls
I meander for my words fall on no mouths to read or call
Alone instead underneath this starry leave filled box
Attempting to break free from my once familiar flock