I lay down,
I look up.
And this place has no furniture.
Only walls and secrets kept obscured underneath the new paint.
Drying slowly like a dollar made;
made slowly in an expensive world;
only to this poor soul.
Losing it all is an inevitability met,
but once lost, you gain more understanding of
what you can lose. I’ve lost it all at one point,
but my prowess remains with me.
Time to start over.