All I wanted was a balcony, A perfect window to an epiphany A perfect envy to the onlookers too A small desk with a seat, made of timber Some plants , some wall art That spoke of me This person I was in private. My kind of sundowner, this would be! I waited for this place To unwind, to unfold my thoughts For years, All I wanted was a balcony My happy place! While walking on that street from my childhood home towards my dream home That donned a balcony A resolve to all my quests A perfect place to nurse my dreams A sundeck with hues of dawn, And moonlit ever and anon All I wanted was a balcony Unbeknownst to the little me, I now hang clothes in my balcony! There is no timber, Only dreams that linger All I want now is to go back to that street And look for that balcony Dreams can't be bought, How timber-headed of me! Afterall it's the chase, My happy place, Unbeknownst to the little me!
Trying to connect the dots.....
It's all cray and grey. Perhaps, the barest of welcomes. Nonetheless, I can handle the storm!