When I go out into the world…
I need to be careful
Right now I feel fragile
Like one wrong gust of wind…
will have me toppling…
like a house of toothpicks
…or was that a deck of cards?
Yes, you can’t make a house of toothpicks
At least it would have good air conditioning
But wouldn’t provide any protection at all…
So really how good of a house would it be?
That is what a house is supposed to be for…
Right?

It’s been so long, I seem to have forgotten
Moving here there and everywhere…
Never knowing where to really call home
I’ve apparently signed a contract as a nomad.

When I go out into the world…
I just want to feel peace and serenity
Hear the birds chirping around me as I stand on the rocks…
Overlooking the glassy blue surface of the lake before me
The beautiful sun sparkles down, illuminating the water…
Making it shimmer like little fireflies dancing in the night
The wind softly carries the train whistle from off in the distance…
I can start to hear the clackaty clack of the wheels on the track
At this moment I know I’ve found home.
Now I just have to figure out a way…
To make it true for my life.