A room to own

 

Where the heart is home

all have their own

scratched from existence

imagined alone

hidden in paradise valleys

and found sometimes 

in cities' middle ground

a war zone for some

riches counted

dreams never mounted

is freedom imagined or

destiny for those that see

no measure but our own

determined somehow

by forces unknown 

all this is one

vessel roped together 

a cup, a table, a bed 

a torch, a rough knife

these tools will do 

when tides change

slip away dreams begin

you know where

you might find me

image: Light follows night  /  digital photograph  / effects / jeffree skewes 2020