Nextdoor Neighbour

What goes on in the next room During the night Outside everyone's sight Where perspectives collide on a lonely pillow Where one plays a King, and another a widow One's right to be both, while wrong to be both. Oscillating, oh he's oscillating As usual It's just who she is... it is, what it is. The picture of a sunrise Wakes her up at Nine, sometimes Ten To do the same chores again and again Whether it is spring or it is rain All of it ends up in a lowly vain A lovely walk on a lonely path During winter's break To kill some time As leaves touch grass. Leave it, just leave it... It's the same old story again: Of water and fire in a winter's forest One spreads green, The other just a shadow.