I hang paper cranes Above my head So I can fly in my dreams The map of the world That hangs on my wall Is a canvas for me to paint The Shakespeare quote Reminds me of where I'm going Baby pictures remind me Of where I've been My blankets are my cocoon I'm a butterfly I lie in the dark Spinning poetry like a web Popcorn feeds my stomach Paperback novels feed my mind My dressing gown hangs on the door My walls are trimmed with fairy lights A tv sits atop a dresser Like a skeleton, it lay unwatched I'd prefer to dream of lilac baths Than force my brain to rot. Under my bed there's dust bunnies And monsters And in the dark they creak But I'm sleeping with my paper cranes And flying in my dreams.