A Mindful Home and Mindless Tenant

You know that feeling when you lie down in bed

And close your eyes, get in your head

But you don't sleep, you think

Sink down the psyche

You come to your senses and it's morning

The thoughts you were forging and forgot

The multitude, its an awful lot

They make up memories of a place

What kind of place, is based on your aptitude for feelings

Those bits of daily dealings

Like in those moments you compared scars before diner

Or when you jumped from the roof to the pool in summer

That's when you realize those beautiful youthful days

Will all be but a haze without this place

That is what makes these moments real

That's what makes those memories feel all but ideal

And before you can be scared that your love's gone

That it's all but doves dispersed by a gun

Remember they've been made real

By a little place full of what feels like comfort

It's a home and a mental palace

It'll be gone but the memories are always there

It'll be someone else's turn to use it as theirs

Can you live with it?

Even if it belonged to your forbearers

You'll have to because your home is just a place

Capital "H" Home is made up of memories

Little moments you remember from long ago

Long ago

When you lay there with your eyes closed

In that faraway home you barely remember it's there

In those synapses that is where your true Home lives