My Tiny Umbrella House

May be life was not meant for the uncoordinated. I look at life through an open window, Always careful not to fall out of order. I skim the hems of walls I have created And build myself a roof top..... Just incase it rains. Without hesitation I chase company away, Only keeping mirrors of my unsolved sanity. I look out in to the world through my transparent door I alway wondered why that was, but it saved me the trouble of ever opening it. But now looking back I still ask my self How was I able to live in my tiny umbrella house? Anthea Ghobede.