There’s many years of wandering within this captive heart
and mingled in the path it took is desecration and some art.
And still it finds there’s paths that lead to places wild
that it still loves to follow – the joy that is the child.
But now days there’s the base; somewhere to come back to
The nest that is the special place from which all wisdom grew.
It’s there that I can now refresh, then wander once again;
it’s there that I can simply sit and know my world is sane.
So though it was all fun back when the world was wide and free,
I’m glad that I now have a place where I can just be me!
Doin’ Stuff stuff