Goldie Lox

I'm walking inside this strangers life

Wearing her clothes

Eating her food

Sleeping in this strangers house

On their bed

With their five blankets

Thinking them a Goldie lox

Whenever I'm asleep in their house

As it's either too hot 

Or too cold

(And lately, just so, as if to mimic the spirit of current circumstance, never just right)

Buying things with her money

Using her pens

(This stranger has some nice art supplies,)

Which I've used out of their bin by saying to myself

"Thank you whoever you are for such excellent taste"

And I inspect this strangers thoughts

I inspect them thoroughly for...

HOPE

For PEACE

For LIFE

I inspect this strangers life thoroughly so that I might live it to it's new purpose

WHICH IS FOR HAPPINESS PEACE HOPE LIFE LOVE AND KINDNESS

I inspect this strangers life to live this strangers life that I've been living because this stranger is in fact me

Because this stranger has collected many things for herself

Good neutral and bad

Cold warm and hot

Big small and medium

And all of them have thus far failed to make her happy

But there has to be a way and I just know there has to be a way

Because I'm here and she's here and we're here and we're together

and we're one and this is the place where it stared 

and the fat lady has not sung just yet