I am stuck in a house that I call home
Locked inside but with the key
Clenched within my iron grasp, in my clammy palm
Anxious to set me free
Here inside I know no pain
Because the outside knows not my name
What isn’t known isn’t missed
The lips of opportunity I’ve neither encountered nor kissed
While my body is set my mind wanders still
Should I venture out, into the unforgiving land of possibility?
And let the directionless breeze
Carry my dancing feet?
With curiosity on my heels I climbed my tower
Feet pounding to the very top
Until I looked down and remembered that
I built my house on a swamp
If I leave my house, it could collapse
Down to its very seams
And be nothing more than
A pile of wood and sunken dreams
So as long as the keystays out of temptations reach,
We will stand tall
And it’ll just be my happy home
And me