There’s a chamber I entice you to visit.
But you impishly refuse.
I keep anticipating your appearance
but you fancy arriving unsolicited.
And then you linger around
when I don’t want.
Oh dear, I have always wanted to ask
where do you live, if not in my mind?
Though, these days, you’re a little tamed.
I summon, and you do budge.
I take a little liberty then
to watch you fool around.
You trade your clothes so quick,
like moods of the sky.
I judge you not.
But in wonder, may I ask-
when one day I relocate my chamber,
and you struggle to find your way,
would you admit defeat?
and stay away when I demand?
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