Beezewax

Still building my world,
stone by stone,
brick by brick.
I've got my four
corner stones,
to keep this house
from fallining down.
the door locked at all times,
we're trying to build a second floor.
But we're out of cement.
If there only was a store,
where it could be bought.
I've got my pockets on the outside.
I can't hide my fate.
So I'm letting you know,
there might be an empty plate -
so play it safe. Cause that's all there is,
worth hanging on to.
And all the things we'll miss,
are the things we never would
afford anyway.