Oasis

 isolated, away from anyone

the road is next to you

but you have that gold

green and blue

poarch step right next them

you write something 

you paint something 

you are an artist 

that cheap yet cosy lifestyle 

its summer but you were cold

so you put on your sweater 

the kettle has your tea

you are okay if noone finds you

because you find the beauty of it all

you were alone and yet never lonely

the celebration on a movie

when the screens move slow