Space
Something so great
When there is no other face
Within it
Which nothing can replace.
It does not matter if this space
Is small and tight like a cage
Or filled with cold air like landscapes,
As long as I have a place with a name
To sprawl in without shame
And hide in without any form of fame
I feel like I can breathe again.
Strip me of this, and I become a bane
I feel as though the atmosphere is filled with bolts and cranes
Instead of homely
I just don't feel sane
And as though I've been abandoned on a foreign train.
Though I can laugh and play
In a sea of Michaels and Fayes
I always make sure to say
Let me have my occasional space
To hide in like a maze
A space I can call my own place
Without an onlooking gaze
And I will always return with a big grin on my face.
About the Creator
LIFE MAZI
A RELIC OF GROWTH
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