I live in a space where I wear my preferred dress of the day

Yesterday of the medieval world that resides in my head

Today the 60’s are finding my way

I don’t need to explain how my feelings jump from world to world

I just know that there I am home

My physical home a place where I chill if I choose or begin the clean

My choice to go to the shop or pick a bean
The hook in my head for my dream when I am not in my bed
To leave from their side

Those who live in their economic jungle were the snakes reside

Those who live in the city where the rats collide

I have my life in my head and dream of a dream

The domestication of the human is clear

It is the reason we are here

Here in the lair

Stuck