I'm standing on a square.
A metre each way, a square
If I move I'll fall off this square
is squaring me up, squinting at me
Learning it has power over me
This square is all I am
This square is scaring me.

I think it's made of wood, a wooden square
Solid yet creaking this wooden square
rotting beneath me, a square
that snares me, spares me the fall I'd have without it
This square stares at me.

I know every part of this, this square
it squeaks this square, at me this square
I have walked to all it's corners but this square that squared me up and squawked at me, squealed and stammered under my feet
It became my home,
this square
that ensnared me, still stares at me but continues to spare me
is starting to show me,

At least now I know where I stand.