It has slowly crept into thought
To sell off, scale down all I have
A lifetime of building a home
And collecting possessions to fill it
The books, furniture, records, etcetera
Now seems destined to change
Flashes of a new dream beginning
To fill the night and the day
Something far more simpler
A little home to live in by the water
A few potted plants outside
Running costs reduced
A caravan and a lakeside view
The quiet life welcomed
For now it's only flashes of a dream
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