The time for change has come
And once again, life in boxes
Shoveling things into tiny spaces,
Getting ready for the future.

Off to my, one bedroom, one, alone
Third Floor, to the right, it’ll be home in one weeks time.
Its exciting and scary, a time of rebirth
Let in the new me, and say goodbye to the hermit.

Time to let myself experience the world through another looking glass
And not just be looking up from a basement with no noise cancelling headphones
And less tricks of your eye, as I say goodbye to this place of doubt and uncertainty

Strangers coming in, looking at the old lifestyle of a hopeless dreamer,
Messy thoughts and untidy illusions of the hope of time, and the thought of making

Promise