The world I see appears to be, a multi cornered place
with many a different people and many a different face
I wish I knew the words ..... thus so I could describe
of this little corner and this mind I choose to hide
In this little dim lit place, where I choose to live
with little left to offer and so much less to give
Some they may not realize this place they too reside
where my little world and theirs, sometimes they do collide
It may not all be pleasant ... it may not all be sweet
I may at times appear to be, dust beneath your feet
the dust you try your feet wipe clean or try to shake away
cause if my corner you chose to come, ask not, me go away
so visit me if you will but, leave no parting gifts
if what you feel my space to be, to decorate me with
Just say "Oh my, what a pretty place with such a lovely mind"
Or place a kiss upon my cheek .... and leave me far behind.