I lived in a sandbox,
Took a stick and sectioned off the whole.
This part is you, this part is me.
This part is them.
Over here, I will create home.
And here, work.
Finally down here, I will outline trouble.
Stay out of this section.
Along comes the slightest wind,
the rain, or even my dog.
And my clever lines are gone.
Leaving me staring at the clever shining cubes
that once told a story.
Start again? Or just bask in the vacuum?
Took a stick and sectioned off the whole.
This part is you, this part is me.
This part is them.
Over here, I will create home.
And here, work.
Finally down here, I will outline trouble.
Stay out of this section.
Along comes the slightest wind,
the rain, or even my dog.
And my clever lines are gone.
Leaving me staring at the clever shining cubes
that once told a story.
Start again? Or just bask in the vacuum?
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