Closing my eyes
Thinking of paradise
Within this close door
Four walls, ceiling and floor
Past, present and future
Only brain the active user
All gains and all those pain
Sunshine and all those rain
Mirror of life
Walking in sharp edges of knife
Pleasure beyond lonely facts
Action, drama, comedy within these boundless act
Being self, wild and free
Within these close doors, being myself to see
Fractions of error and all the solutions
Away from all those worldly illusions
No matter of all those mouse and louse
This is my home not a house
Peace, quite and joy of rest
Though blue but for me this place is the best
Where I can be free, I can be wild
Home is being myself with me and as I comply!
