Livin' in my sanctuary
There are many places to dwell; spending one's time, wasting it even, is a choice to be made by those that have it. Though, interestingly enough, with the infinite number of options, spaces, and places to dwell I spend the most time in my own sanctuary.
I have this mouth to speak yet seldom speaks properly. I have these hands to make and they seldom make anything other then my own dinner. Rather, I choose to use my eyes to look and ears to hear; I converse with myself, within my own sanctuary.
Sometimes I participate in social endeavors, engaging with others, but often I choose to hang out in my sanctuary. It's a vast place with no where to go. Infinite conversations take place on wide varieties of topics. The voice is singular yet the conversation flows. While the outside world passes by, Summers turn to Winters and Winters into Summers, conversation here remains youthful. I remain youthful. Ignorant. Blissful.
I have this mouth to speak yet seldom speaks properly. I have these hands to make and they seldom make anything other then my own dinner. Rather, I choose to use my eyes to look and ears to hear; I converse with myself, within my own sanctuary.
Sometimes I participate in social endeavors, engaging with others, but often I choose to hang out in my sanctuary. It's a vast place with no where to go. Infinite conversations take place on wide varieties of topics. The voice is singular yet the conversation flows. While the outside world passes by, Summers turn to Winters and Winters into Summers, conversation here remains youthful. I remain youthful. Ignorant. Blissful.