Bliss of time!

 That's the beauty of a home right;

it's cold is warmer than the breeze outside!

How did I know;

I was just a shelter you stood under for a while?

For when its warm and sunny outside again

You'd leave at once and go

Blaming I was never enough

To make you feel at home...

Now I fear to be myself

Cause that's not what you like

You want to carve an image of mine

What suits your bliss of time!!!