Walk

I walk down the long long hallway, and I pick things up. 
The people say “You need these things”
So I take them. 
Now I have so many things
But I’m still alone

I walk down the long long hallway, I’ve got so many things
The people say “Grow out of your old things”
So I do. 
Now I have newer things
They are less fun.

I walk down the long long hallway with my nice, boring things
The people say “Put your things in your space”
I made a space for them
But now I don’t move forward
My things and I are alone

I sit in the long long hallway, in my lonely space
The people don’t talk to me anymore
I hate my things
I want to see other spaces
Other people’s things

I walk down the long long hallway, visiting other people’s spaces
The people say “here are my wonderful things!”
Their things are like mine
Their spaces are about the same
I keep walking

I walk down the long long hallway, everything looks the same
The people say “quit wandering, settle down”
Then I meet you
You are wandering too
We walk together

We walk down the long long hallway, we laugh at people’s spaces
You say “I want you to stay with me, in my space”
So I do. 
We are happy together
But I miss my things