Lean was a boy
Who dreamed of a house.
With a nomadic heart,
He wandered out.
Walking on the way,
He slowed his pace.
Ants marching home
Captured his gaze.
Snakes slipping underneath,
Monkeys resting in the trees,
Everything alive
Had a place to ease.
With faith in his heart,
He moved anyway,
Till the end of the day!
Even he found his space.
The house looked better
Than the one in his dreams
Until he stepped in with joy
And found it filthy.
Then, among the dirt,
His eyes fell on a broom.
His footsteps moved
To the corner of the room.
He picked it up
Without a second thought.
Broom by broom,
He worked against the rot.
He cleaned up the hall
And the kitchen too.
Now all that was left
Was the room to be broomed.
Working so hard,
He broke into sweat.
Lifting his hands,
He stretched his neck.
Among the pale walls
Rested something strange,
A quiet little window
Where another world was framed.
He walked up close
To the flowers in bloom.
Lost in the beauty,
The broom slipped loose.
His eyes fell on leaves,
And it felt so strange.
In a world so quiet,
Why did they move that way?
He pulled open the window.
The wind slipped through.
As it touched his skin,
He swayed too.
In that fleeting moment,
The wind made him freeze.
He opened it wider,
Letting the whole room breathe.
Lost there for hours,
He felt a sudden thirst.
So he turned then back,
And found everything reversed.
The little cleaned house
Had turned again into a mess,
Just as he found it,
Or maybe even worse.
He slammed the window shut,
Quicker than a train.
The cleaned little house
Needed to be cleaned again.
He got caught in the game.
Every time he complained,
And when the wind swayed,
Lean opened it again.
Years passed,
As the house became a trap.
None dared to enter,
Yet many passed by.
It became gossip,
Hours spent on the topic.
And kids were taught
Not to go that path.
Some called it hell.
Some called it evil.
A house that can't be cleaned
Must be owned by the devil.
The boy and the house
Both faded with age.
But the story lived on,
A boy trapped in a cage.
And that's how it ends…
Hey… why are you looking at me,
Expecting something new?
Why did he open it,
Knowing it would ruin?
The people who crossed
Were absolutely right.
There must be a devil
Hiding out of sight!
There must be a devil
Hiding out of sight!