I live in a shoebox all alone
It's the size of a nutshell I call it home
Here just me and my white walls talk
if they get too close I take a walk

A bed, a table, a chair, a sink
makes me happier than you would think
I took a chance on a crooked floor and  an un-open-able door
how could I ever ask for more.
  
So here I sit and write and to whoever that might read it
I hope you have a place just as magical as mine
and that you never want to leave it.