you can throw your fruit away if you really want to you can smush the spiders on the ceilings and walls i will mend the rope so you can crawl up the sand dune we can sit for still minutes in silent repose you can do those things that will make you feel comfortable harmless peccadilloes, little foibles and flaws i will find a house where you can look at the sea shore 3 little rooms - and a space of your own you can live in disregard of all the rules they wrote you you can settle quiet in a life on YOUR terms i will mend the chimney where the hole's letting the rain through blessed are the readers - throw the T.V. away you can build a city, you can write if you want to craft cunning creations you can sell on Etsy i will find a home where you can still smell the sea air you can paint the colours on the walls as you please it's a cheap play holding the light - fool! grin fine, flailing for fortune breaks had a kite full of giving it sober not least for these hated remains you can read the paper when you wake if i'm snoring tell prescient reflections on the news of the day i will make you eggs on homemade bread every morning those ordinary treasure chests still holding sway