Borrowed Space

Here they gave me a room in a house. That’s not my home:
It’s small and narrow and I can’t do much.
There is a park down the street, it’s dirty and cold in winter, but it’s much better:
there are no white, narrow walls and no-one to tell me to shut up.
I’m free there, I have my friends. There I don’t feel like I live in a borrowed space. There I can feel at home.