I step inside back to be, this unfilled house keeps calling me.
Empty and quiet, no sign of existence,
But this is home, life's subsistence.
I don't look back, past has been,
I'm the director, my movie scene.
Concrete jungle, a million horde,
No thank you, I'm OK Lord.

New faces new place, welcomed I feel,
Maybe one day, I shall produce a spiel.
My value and my belief, see it soar,
The joy it brings, please give more.
This is progress, slow but peachy progress...