Scattered over lino floors, in multicoloured piles,
Covered in the kitty litter, kicked from battered trays.
I dust it off and shuffle into straighter lines,
They set me off just wondering what life would be
Fishing through the ads for blinds and credit cards,
The pizzas calling out to me, for dinner, tea,
No reason really; they just exist to taunt my mind
If I could have those fancy blinds, the half price couch
The bowls of noodle soup, and black bean sauce
That come with free delivery. I haven’t even
Taken off my high heeled shoes, sitting on the stairs.
They’ll all go in the bin, eventually,
But not until I’ve dreamed….