It's a mad house, this modern life

I've been working on a piece that speaks of sex and desperation.
I've been screwing on the tracks of abandoned train stations--



I'd like to live somewhere and be penniless but still feel content.
I'd like to walk barefoot on hard wood floor that doesn't creek.
I'd like to be indoors with windows open to let in a warm draft.
I'd like to have a big white empty room with a 15x18 foot canvas set up.
I'd like to have pots and pots of plants and flowers.
I'd like to have windows. An entire wall of glass windows.
I'd like to have a small iron balcony.
I'd like to walk around aimlessly knowing where I'll end up.
I'd like to feel accompanied when feeling alone.
I'd like to live happy someday.

For now I have friends whom I can feel like a 10 year old boy with.