Three walls and a glass house.

I live in three walls and a glass house, with light yelling colour,

with noisy care of wind and some leaves of solace.

I stay in rationality with questions all answered,

I feel the tree’s shiver with dust fading the souls of those who feel.

 

I have tressure i my closet, with lots of love to share,

I am sitting on a chair, with age latched to its leg with some daring.

I may see I have taken away the wrongdoings, that called my name

It may feel I have gone old, with sins head to hell.

 

I may call that I have it all now, but still hands still empty in fear,

I have seen what happens to kings, having a dream and will to have it all.

I have seen winding up the worlds that once had everything to offer.

 

“I have seen much and I had a lot more to offer,

“I live in three walls with nothing much to suffer, I have a glass house with lot much to endeavour”