My house is the one with connected yards,
Privacy lacking when the tree fell, only to be replaced by ones still short.
From wearing baggy hoodies and soft fabrics,
Shoes overworn and broken in from lack of care.
Wavelengths downloaded to my phone, simply sounds of anger,
Yet I am from the soothing words of Prince and The Beatles - from my dad -
A bridge cracked, a new one being paved.