Why do the shutters go up and down?
What was thought to be lost is it found?
Familiar scenes and words, that edges me
To pen down strained lines, called poetry.

Peep you can , but not for long
Its for a while don get me wrong.
Show is open for fixed hours
For no known reason or cause.

Left fumbling with no eloquent words
Staring sadly n starkly at closed doors.
I am what i am, and nothings eva changed
But things that hurt, leaves me deranged.