corner of the house

The house is so big,
So many places to be,
Its beautiful living room,
Its lovely bedroom,
Its garden, its patio,
The bright sun,
All led me to a corner.

I only felt good in my corner,
It seems like life has closed
in so much
That I don't need more of
so much.

Why do we need so much
space
If little by little we're barely
occupying anything?
So small, so exotic,
Unreal differences
Leave us with our
mouths closed,
Unable to move,
Unable to speak.

Forgetfulness takes
over all spaces
And no one remembers
you anymore.
You've turned to rust,
Memory cannot do it,
It cannot draw anymore,
They don't remember
you anymore,
They forgot you and you
are nothing anymore.

Death is the most forgotten t
hing,What they have to let you go,
And that forgotten corner is all
you have left.

That's why we have to get out of
the corner while we can move
And achieve as much as possible,
For nothing exists and nothing remains.