HOUSE *
There is a house within a house,
A soul exists inside this house.
There is a keeper of this house,
But whether a man or woman,
I cannot tell,
They are not like me,
Not like me at all.
There are no windows in this house,
But outside; there are many windows
And doors.
Where those doors lead to,
I do not know;
I only know there is light.
There are not many things inside this house,
But the things I have I do not know,
I don’t understand;
I look at these things; from all different angels.
And do not know what they are called
Or what they do,
Or where they could have come from.
I just know that they are.
There are things outside which I cannot touch,
I don’t understand them either…
There is a house within a house,
A soul exists inside this house,
There is a keeper of this house,
But they are not like me,
Not like me at all;
They are big,
And I am small.
They know most things
I will never.
I am scarred inside this house,
I am scarred of what is outside it,
What is inside it,
What is around it; of that I cannot see.
Why am I afraid of something as such?
; Something I do not understand?
Is it because I am a man,
Or a mouse?
There is a house within a house,
A soul exists inside this house,
There is a keeper of this house,
But they are not like me,
Not like me at all.