The houses are colorful
but grey inside

Do I miss
the things I leave on the table 

I don’t see
how i could ever park there
in the future

Just a wall
one you might never meet 

It's beautiful to stare
at the sky you can
just see

The blue skies divide
many a dream

There is an end of the road
end you will never see it

I still enjoy
the fake flowers 
inside

I lived in the mountains for many years
not alone but alone enough 

I forgot about the world
what it all does to all of us 

the world is great from where I was
away from what is now and so much here

the world is not great staring at it and me
a world away is where I will be

Some signs are warnings
so you think