Ceiling
Some times I need to breath, so I lie here starring off into the distance that is my ceiling
However, my ceiling is not any ceiling, a ceiling that is not mine was designed with boundaries in mind.
My ceiling is my safe haven and my freedom, a freedom without compromise or distraction.
My ceiling does not ask me to put an idea in a box marked with suggestion, to my ceiling that idea is a dream, a foundation, and motivation.
My ceiling is you, Me, the world, and space, Never ending.
My ceiling is Rome, and I must be Romulus, an idea.