Corner.

Standing in my little place
Where two walls meet face to face ,
Its the place I go to,
When there is no,
Place I can go to.

Its my hall of fame where I'm sent in shame,
Its the place I go when I feel I must
Lay all my stuff ...ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

Its in the middle of my head ,
Just sharper instead .
Its the place I run away from...
Where my silly tunes I hum.

Its the place without a future ,
Its without a past suture .
Its my tense for my tense present sense,
Where I hit my head when I sense it gets dense.

Its the place where this brick
of this wall meets another brick in that wall,
The place where I go
When I
feel that I need to wander like a random faceless old goner
My lost space ,my corner.

- mithrandir