House Comes Home

Hoping to run from the weather. I watch the television change. The picture is good and getting better. I am not cold, I am not warm or Wet, I am the same as I was sitting In the kitchen. Food in my stomach and my hand. Keep on eating things, they keep on coming out. I could've been so much better planned. The house comes home. The house comes home. Home. The house comes home. Sometimes I wave my arms around me. Send little waves into the air. I cannot touch or taste or hear them. I Have no formal training. I just believe that they are there. I've got no trouble with the mission. I've got trouble with the cast. I cannot work like this, you always talk so Much. Your little lips, they move so Fast. The house comes home. The house comes home. Home. The house comes home. I made nothing from something. It didn't work and neither. I make something from nothing. Can you show me? Can you show me you Can do it first? I don't know who made this hole I'm digging. This city is the work of man. I don't know who made this house I'm building. Maybe if I ask myself again. I will come running from behind. With my notebook and my pen. Leave my name for you to find. Oh. Home. The house comes home. Home.