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...
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 5:27 AM UTC
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...
Progress as at the time of draft, current situation has changed. Will update.
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