I'm the house who relys on nothing,
The payments are useless,
The nature is my music,
My lights flicker while I sing.

I am a mess,
But a mess of pure art and beauty.
If the furniture were less,
I'd be a lot more roomy.

I dont wanna be quarantined
beside each home,
And be lit up by those bright lights.
I wanna be where the animals roam,
With the wind so we can fly quilted kites.

I love to...