This room seems quite bare,
When I ponder by myself.
At the walls I stare –
I’m the only one that can help.

The people that I let in
Just become memories on my shelf.
This is what happens
When I give away my wealth.

A neuron fires,
And the moment appears.
My eyes light up,
Then that glisten turns to tears.

The busted lock on my door
Is my next frontier.
For the thieves in the night
Are my current fear.

I’ll fill these walls with life,
While the end of my day nears.
I’ll fill this heart with love,
While the one with my key appears.