This dream house, built of splendid tiles
And walls made of sensational emotions
And roofed by fluffy little while clouds...
Light stabs the walls, penetrating in deep
Through these windows left open always
Though I expect someone else to intrude
All the while being so embarrassed often
The very light shoots out through them
To go hide at infinity beyond my thoughts
And I then go dwell in the painful darkness
With my windows left open still, for... ... ...