My safety net, My get away from the world, and yet a world so far away no one will ever know, how quickly it fades from blue to gray, and picks things up and throws them away. How it hides away in a secret way like a hole in the wall. How could such a small place be my saving grace, where i can come and pace. I can finally turn away from this discouraging race and retire in this bed laid to the ground. Solid it stands so firm to the world below. Keeping me up and giving a place for when I'm up. The days when I can think and the nights when i cant dream. It is my place to retreat, and maybe hope for better things. It has no heart, as it sits there in the side yard. But it plays a part and can help me keep my heart.
