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!
It's all cray and grey. Perhaps, the barest of welcomes. Nonetheless, I can handle the storm!