As I slowly bob and weave into a packed train on my own,
I’m by myself, but don’t feel alone, feeling high while not stoned,
a new peace is what I currently enjoy, in old places,
dating back to when my favorite show was Power Rangers.
We often don’t appreciate the roots of our lives
like we want to, until they’re right in front of our eyes.
The past, present, future, revolve around where we call home, see,
for us privileged to have one, imperfect as it may be,
we orbit around our most sacred of haunts
whether its a small apartment, or a mansion to flaunt.
Daily we come back from work, school, or whatever our biddings,
it’s the universal sanctuary, it’s the cupcake’s filling.
Eight or more long hours, plus the commute
has me trading bare feet for shoes and boots,
but as the cycle repeats, I just move forward til I’m there –
I can’t tell you much how I’ve loved our time, shared. – RSM
