i can make a world of lillies and wine and home-cooked meals
i can make the whole thing shine, the burnished shine of pride
i can make a quiet place, serene, a single lit candle in the shade
i can make a scene, all dance and drive and sex and seeking
i can make a life in all the alleys and byways of the world,
i can make home be wherever i am or want to be:
but is it worth it, if i am the only inhabitant?