Four walls, six sides all around

no windows, no light

someone painted the walls blue

i've put pictures on the wall

so that when I lie on the floor

i can imagine that I'm somewhere else

Sleep doesn't come easy

the egg crate isn't much of a bed

One could go crazy in a room like this

For someone like me

It could push one over the edge

of what though

there's no balcony

nowhere to fall

so the only way to go is up then

that's what they say

At least I have a place to sleep

Some food to eat

Heat that creeps in from the other rooms

I can make this a home

In my fantasy land at best

Slowly erasing the line between

my reality and everything else

Slowly lose my mind

to the concrete jungle

I once loved and admired

no it's cold and crowded

but I'm not taking myself out of it

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