You are a house with many rooms
And in these rooms empty tables
And beds not slept in
The question of how to be comfortable with less
All the mirrors in the rooms
Have old newspapers taped over their surface
Like a vampire or werewolf stands self-conscious in front of them
Come and knock on the door
That's the conventional approach and will get you nowhere
Come and knock on the wall
Feel around for a secret passage
The house hides many from dawn until dusk
The night creatures come out and prowl around your superficiality
Worrying for nothing, you never went outside
The neighbors all know you as the ghost that haunts this house
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