Lets all take off and build our dream home. What would your's look like?
Would it be blue, dull or full of color? Would the floors climb so high you're in the sky?
Would you stick your head out the window and pretend you can fly?
Would you allow birds to roost or would you be the only Sparrow allowed?
Could it be messy? Full of toys so high your kid gets lost in a sea of plastic?
Or would it be spotless? Like a white Dalmatian who's mother ran out of ink.
Would there be nature? Or just a concert jungle?
Would you live out your days there? Or just the glory days?
I wonder... If the paint chips, would it really matter?
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