Everything I once thought to be true

Has been buried beneath the tree of

False beliefs and wishful thinking.

The temporary feel for all that exists

Rubs hard against the grain of my old soul.

And so, I pull back, I retreat

Into caverns of the world within

Where I dance freely,

And laugh without regard,

Where I speak of love and I mean it.

There is no striving or pleading,

Aiming and missing.

There is no force or resistance,

Deceit and half baked truths

Allowed in the place I choose

To weave my cocoon.

There is harmony and a knowing

That all I thought I wanted

Was merely just a moment

Of living outside of my own home.

But I have come back now,

To the only place I want to be

Alive and well, inside of me.