How To Decorate A Room

I don't know how to decorate my room

My muted, white, shelter
Rented lease of one year

I imagine numerous possible things
Like wide dark tapestries
Spread north-south on my left

Like many guitars hung, displayed, and played

Like ten free newspapers read, re-read,
Thoroughly, expertly,
Sprawled somehow neatly on the hardwood floor

Like the opposite door opened always, completely
Welcoming and not ignoring my stranger roommate, peter - and whoever else is here

Maybe if the window never closed and allowed inside to be outside and the overcast became something else
And the neighbors were acquaintances or rather budding friends
Playing music as much as i do and not being bothered when my voice opens

We all played a progression in D
I could solo in the B section
A dominant
D, home
But we don't play together
I can't find out who they are