Sweep up the ashes and paint the walls yellow
And the ceiling white, clean and clear as the moon
I would like to feel content in my room
Safe and sound, strong and full of riches
I can forgive myself my little set backs
They are part of being human
But I must listen to the voice of the owl
Who sings on the wall at three am
Trilling as I write - stay away from the Rabbit Hole
Too-wit, too-woo
How terrible it would be to fall again
I do not wish to be sick
There is so much left to do
I will drink rich, milky chocolate
To take the taste of my errors away
The bad things leave a bitter taste
And cause me sorrow after the initial pleasure
A doomed cycle that I must resist
The brick room is silent
A place to rest and think but not a prison
In it I can shut my eyes and imagine faces
If I am lucky hear her sweet, high voice
Stay well, stay well
I do not want to lose you
And in her, inside myself I find the truth
That I must always sweep the ashes and wipe the walls
Keep myself safe and my room shining like the sun.
For Shay's Word Garden
