A Minimalist Tragedy

They make it look so cool
so simple and so free
With nothing more to bind you
you can be all you can be

But when the time comes
to give it all away
your memories look back
and beg you to let them stay

The things that made it home
don’t fit in your small space
You now stand there all alone
realization on your face

The emptiness hits hard
and you fight the urge to fly
But you have to play your cards
though you see no reason why

So you lay flat on the floor
Only carpet and a door
and it only swings one way
so there and free you have to stay