My Spaces

On the street, next your 'next to my street'
Is a house that is ancient in ways
It has grown from the feelings I once held
In my dead end days

In the driveway you can see me driving
In a car that was once ours but mine
You can come along if you'd still want too
To go back in time

Under books
An edges of carpet
Beneath shadows
Dusty and worn
Lays a token
I once had worth stealing
In my dead end days

In a picture that's hard now to picture
My reflection is there under book
You can stare into me staring back out
If you dare to look