There’s a place I love to visit
In there I rest with my soul
It keeps me in good spirit
While it also keeps me whole
*
I breathe to release my tension
Close my eyes to help me focus
Thrown in another dimension
And then I begin to notice
*
Inside this place I make a home
Imbibe the offerings given
Then I will set out on my own
Until I finish my mission
*
Allow my mind to wander a moment
Before I go for concentration
This is how I remain content
It’s my perfect combination
*
My home provides an insight
To what should’ve been clear
The message was sent on expedite
So I could rehear
*
My home assists me to see
My home is inside of me
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DMTakeshi
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