You's there?

Not in this life did my dream become a memory I stayed and became used to how we housed ourselves Past times became present, commencing arrival Ages, for about a thought, I placed myself, which I want when I want, recognized this and became ‘I’ Things became little as I fixed myself There were friends, but I was empty I felt like a storey, double, a great view with no rooms (at least there was a mountain on the side) I locked the door, it unlocked something This contraption should be left, I decided to leave, temporarily The issue, such an issue, became big I made an even bigger deal about it, like a long argument which no one understood Boxes filled with it Into a very small office it moved Knock, knock I know you’re there Ilse