Moving to the East
All that glitters stuck in the surface.
doesnt matter how the house looks
i will always call it my home.
where in my porch i can peacefully read my books
and my walls decorated with chrome.
the neighbors are nice
they arent as annoying as mice
the ocean breeze is cool
i can feel it all the way from my school.
i grew up in this place
with a smile always on my face.
in this house i shall have my last feast
i will move a little further to the east