I don't live here, not really
I casually occupy a space
a room inside a house
where sometimes I sleep and eat

I don't live here, who can say
all my possessions in tiny boxes
are line and stack in the corners
rearrange now and then
to change my apparent horizon

I don't live here, how can you tell
when I easily blend in
a wallpaper with no patterns
barely clothed inside the shadows
showing up only as a tiny blur
inside someone's eye

I don't live here, not really
I casually occupy this life
a room within a smaller room
down the streets
they can sometimes hear me
in the careless wind

I don't live here, can that be true
sometimes I become easily recognize
as being part of the living
coming only to depart
still stuck in the motion
of the passing day

i live here
and there is room
for a million
tiny boxes
filled with you

within each box
another present

treats,
sweets

Both meld together beautifully and complement each other - excellent........

Thank you (((Harold & Brookline )))

Nicely done.

excellent write

Thank you (((Bill & Twin & pkd )))