On this lovely beauty land
Holding sand in my hand
Trying to make a lovely home
By mixing water in the sand
Consisting large airy room
No need to clean with a broom
And golden mirror with make up kit
All the things of different brand
Corners lighting with candles
Elmira of colored bangles
Clothes of feather on my bed
With all matching sandals
In the season of a spring
I wear a lovely diamond ring
And in dark rainy season
Lovely songs I will sing
I wish my home would complete soon
I am waiting by looking at the moon
Having dreams of my dream room
I wish my home complete soon
if disneyland can pump water to the top of splash mountain
why not do it in this fashion
turbines at the top
and hundreds of strategically placed water wheels
all the way down
one source of power used for the pump
created for an output
If you can create a wind tunnel with mindblowing gusts of wind
why not put 100s of windmills in the mix
and strategically milk it for what its worth
If you want your own home to be a rollercoaster ride
why not get a couple of digital picture frames
and figure out how to time them with different programs
for some interesting home entertainment experiences
which will eventually lead to some pretty high class videogames
with a dance revolution floormat to lead yourself through a strange maze
If you think glitter is pretty
wait till you figure out how to put a whirlwind in a box
and watch those colors swirl
eventually we might figure out how to use a mirror to reflect sound
and turn it into a light show
musical magic more highclass than the fireworks you know
In darkness I dwell, feeling all the pain as well as, the need
to have some one to talk too.
My home is in a box you see, it's not much but, it's home to me,
I can't leave so, I just hang around.
Silence eats away at me. I try to talk but, I can't seem to
get what's on my mind out of my mouth.
My words. I write about, my life seem to be
of, terror & being confined.
I'm locked away inside this
place, trapped with in my mind some say.
A time will come when I'm set free, some one will
take me away some where, I don't know & I don't care.
I only hope somebodies there for me to talk to
so, I don't have to ever be alone..
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