There’s so much nonsense in my room
Arrayed from years gone by
Nostalgia for the days of yore
With sticky tape applied
Reminders of past conferences
And notes from long lost friends
A dozen starts of something bright
A dozen varied ends
There’s toys, diplomas, artwork too
From people I once knew
Some I’m still in contact with
Others I won’t talk to
The shelves and hangers speak of tales
That only I can hear
But if you ever visit me
I’ll tell them don’t you fear
You’ll hear of caution tape from camp
Of joking shoutouts too
There’s so much that I have in hear
And all I need is you