I crept so silently through the house

A rickety old building I dare called home

My love for it has since turned cold

For the walls kept watch of my movements all

From down to dusk

From moonrise to sundrop

The walls refused to quite themselves

As they whisper the words my mother would tell

But the doors are wide open

I rush pass the curtains

Finally the moon shines it’s light above me

Crisp cool air lures me away

I welcome the outside world to lead me astray