These four walls... This isn't an apartment This is a portal A spaceship A way to access the rest of the universe From here, on this perch This desk that borers the Eastern windows This is where the world comes to me This is where I meet with friends This is where I accomplish my goals This is my launchpad
It is like the nighttime, and your eyes are immersed in the dim glow of the moon Your eyes get by on that scant glow and you convince yourself that you need no lightbulb on, and no such sun until that fire rises in the East again and you remember what it's like to see in colour