poor

Everyone has a safe place somewhere.

Some trapped theirs in between 4 walls.

Some rewind it in their dreams.

Mine is hidden in time.

Somewhere in my past it had four chambers and it was all mine.

pumping fast in winters, it was warmer than any house.

but it got Stolen by life.

It was taken, frozen in time with nowhere to be found.

leaving me stranded and hoping that, Maybe one day I'll get rich,

I'll buy one of those tight 4 walls that everyone talks about.

and if that doesn't work, I will buy a time machine.

Maybe I can bribe Michael,

and maybe he will bring back the chest I used to call my safest place.