Meta Morphosis (RIP figure skating / hail and rain)
I see white walls all around.
This rooms empty but everything's
neat enough to be profound.
This is going to be my home and
my feet are marking the wood
with an upbeat sound.
Murals of the future decorate my mind.
A fire works display of a kind.
Every splash of paint makes joy bind.
I blend in with the room
because I'm on my own.
I'm in a paper silk gown.
I am going to empty out
all feelings of fear
because I love the unknown
My heart is going to be
painted on the ceiling.
It won't ever be leaving.
The murals to be
are going to be paralyzing.
A room isn't just furniture
because its made of love and laughter.
Sentiment is more that endless clutter.
I will breath the scent of English tea roses
from an open window to make time go slower.
This room is empty but my heart is full.
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