My only friend is the road
Because in my dreams it leads me to a place unknown
Home
Surrounded with a red picket fence
That matches the red Roses lined with thorns for defence
Against predators who have long fingers like me
These fingers twiddle with the door handle
And the smell of cookies invites me in
I explore what lies behind each door
Make my eggs so they are scrambled
Lay on the master bed
Until my time allows me no more
I wake up dazed almost falling off the sofa
Only to be greeted with the sight of dirty pots
An empty can of soda
And I am reminded
That I am confined
To this one bedroom apartment
