With a Lead Point

With a lead point
That’s almost worn down
To its wooden base
I try to sketch a little room
That in my dreams I gave chase.

As it takes shape on paper
I paint the inside of a house
That I now see spills over around me
Off the canvas
Onto the the floor
Up the stairs
down the walls.

As I finish my art project
I’m taken aback
And in the end recognise
What seems like a scribbling man
Over there on the left hand side.