First was red and green
That ended up being left
As a torn flea ridden mess
Second was a big white square house filled with passing guests, paying for a nights rest
Third was a halfway house somewhere i can't name
Ask three times in the window of vain
Four is where my mind still wanders
A home, a livelihood, my food, my roof
A square, a dog, sadness and laughter
Heartbreak and tears, a green car disappearing behind mountains of heat
Five was next to four
More like to the left up five
It was of dreams, it was of magazines
Caved away at the seams
It was the place the regretful abandonment returned
And a loved pet was dropped two floors
Six didn't last long
It was ugly and torn
In a place most go to mourn
Only light was a green house maybe one tomato bloomed
Seven was darkness more of a kitchen mess
A walk in a field, a promise to never eat of that kind again
A slit of the wrist and a drop of the blade
A slither of blood beneath an empty bridge
Snow and cold, stuffed foxes and prides
Eight, a home, a shop, an illegal fortress
A makeshift kitchen and a half a mile walk shower
The awakening of self awareness, of life,
The bonding of friendships, the discovery of evil
The turnover of property never belonging but always loved
Nine was a long awaited rest
But still a sofa was her nest
One walk to pay for the habits i posses
A few years of empty friendships i'm yet to see
Ten final independence, freedom and loneliness
Ten a rounded number  im yet to break