My Cradle and, Sometimes, My Cage
My bedroom is usually my cradle
It is where I am happiest
Be it if is, small and a tad cramped
I almost never leave here
If I had almost all the necessities, I would never leave
It would be paradise
Though, I would have to leave at some point to restock my resources
Sometimes, though
My cradle is sometimes my cage
Especially, when it is sweltering hot
Or freezing cold
And the fact I refuse to leave it, even in those circumstances
Sometimes, very little happens there
Leaving me quite bored
And, lazy, which in turn makes me sleepy
Nevermind, that it is right next to noisy room
When it is my cradle, it offers me sanctuary
Particularly, in which to flee
And, lock out all things outside
Though, the door doesn't have a lock
It is where I blossom
Where I can truly be myself
And have a place of musing.
When it is my cage, when others invade
Or bang quite on the door
Or come in quite most uninvited!
Often, during those times, I cannot help but to feel rage
Yet, I still never leave
In fact, it is even more of a cage when I am forced by chance or circumstance to leave!
Living in isolation, shunning almost all sorts of outside interaction is often
Nevertheless, my bedroom is both my cradle and, sometimes, my cage
It is where I am happiest
Be it if is, small and a tad cramped
I almost never leave here
If I had almost all the necessities, I would never leave
It would be paradise
Though, I would have to leave at some point to restock my resources
Sometimes, though
My cradle is sometimes my cage
Especially, when it is sweltering hot
Or freezing cold
And the fact I refuse to leave it, even in those circumstances
Sometimes, very little happens there
Leaving me quite bored
And, lazy, which in turn makes me sleepy
Nevermind, that it is right next to noisy room
When it is my cradle, it offers me sanctuary
Particularly, in which to flee
And, lock out all things outside
Though, the door doesn't have a lock
It is where I blossom
Where I can truly be myself
And have a place of musing.
When it is my cage, when others invade
Or bang quite on the door
Or come in quite most uninvited!
Often, during those times, I cannot help but to feel rage
Yet, I still never leave
In fact, it is even more of a cage when I am forced by chance or circumstance to leave!
Living in isolation, shunning almost all sorts of outside interaction is often
Nevertheless, my bedroom is both my cradle and, sometimes, my cage