Where smelly socks sit on the bed
On the floor’s an intricate trail
Of wrappers and crumbs of bread

Wet towels lie on the ebony couch
Flies zip around the sordid walls
On the formerly white pillow covers
Food stains establish their stalls

Red ants greet you in the morning
Wish you the best with a sting
They sit down on the dinner table
Next to you in the evening

Fresh air is on a suicide mission
When it happens to infiltrate
The interiors of the house only
To gasp, choke and suffocate

You tidy your hair with your hand
When you fail to locate your comb
You look around and heave a sigh
For the place you declare a home

Despite the drudgery and filth you
Know there is no exit door
If there was one, you’d likely axe it
This is all you want and more

Of a tree strong and mighty
Jump, jump, jump all you want
It always seems beyond your reach

Despair not, my friend
For it is a test
Of your willingness and commitment
Good things only come to those
Who persevere

Sure, you may give up on it
Turn your tail the other way
And remark – It must be sour

You are wrong if you think so
I am here to tell you that
No fruit of that tree is sour
Every slice of that ripened seed
Is worth savouring
Over and over again

If you plan to give up on it
Know this, my friend
You are giving up on
The greatest pleasure of your life
Nothing that you ever achieve
Nothing that you ever experience
Nothing that you ever taste
Will come remotely close

So buckle up and try harder
For if you truly give it a go
Either a ladder will magically appear
Or the branches will stoop just enough for you