7am, I wake up and it's clear outside. 8am, I sweep, the house needs to shine. I sweep, I scrub, I tidy up and I chase the dust. I clean each closet until 7.15am. Then I read a book and even two or three. I add a few colors that only I like. You know, guitar, knitwear, cake and sometimes I wonder where real life is. Afternoon, it's puzzles, arrows and cookies. Carpe diem, classical dance, chess and maths. Pottery, puppet theater and candles. Gymnastics, plastic arts, strings and Pascal my pass. And I reread my books, I dream of adventure. I add color, it's missing, I'm sure. Then I brush, I brush and brush my hair. In this prison where I grew up. And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder, I wonder where real life is.