I had a dream last night

Of an old man and a little girl

Who lived in a rickety old house

With a hundred other people

And they would move this house

From town to town

Every night they would settle somewhere new

The little girl would fall down stairs

And hurt herself from the ruckus of the old house

So she went up to the old man

Shaking on a ledge and asked

“Will I ever stop stumbling?”

The old man looked at the little girl and said

“You were never meant to be here

Your bones were made for the riches of life

But you got lost and ended up here

But as you grow and as you fall

Your bones will become strong

And soon you will call this place your home.”