The House That Houses Me. Poem by SY Wong ...

The house houses me.

Now, for so many years
shouldn't I be grateful?
No, I have reason to hate the house
It is getting old and starchy.
Maybe moving out of the house.
Maybe my neighbours hated me for my ways the way I dislike theirs.
It is time to move on to find different neighbours, maybe.
No, maybe I would renovate my house like no other just to catch some attention.
I may remove all the compartments so to have winds and breezes flowing; coming in as they like, like uninvited guess.
Also leave a portion up there to see the stars at night.
I would want some rain to keep pouring in as it rains so I can smell the wonderful rain.
Just something different to what it used to be. Something new before that boredom returns again.