Is this is the place I call my home
for what else shall it be?
these eyes like looking glasses can only view through the direction of these lenses and I see walls all around me
and how they look is painted with the feelings I lay apon them.
some walls lay bare, not yet ready to be sealed or tempered,
nor would I have my vision define them.
for to do so would give it but half measure and meaning
Others are grand and beautiful to behold
for they were filled with passion for life and its mystery. and my soul sings and finds rest in the comfort of their presence.
Some are cast in darkness as if the light
may deface there beauty so they hide behind a mask and never give but what they deem as excepted.
there are those that are made of glass and there view of the world is both beautiful and fragile. to view yet never taste.
I live in these walls I call my home and tho I may remove and remodel some
I have yet to view what is beyond them.
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