Make Yourself at Home.

Whether I'm carefree or troubled,lonesome or whole-heartedI must be at homeI must have a place to call home. When I'm feeling quite talkative Or much more reservedI find solace in a coffeeshop,Where my craving is cured. When I'm in dire need of silenceAnd some study time too, I find comfort in a library,Preferably one that is old,Not new. When I'm yearning for reflectionAnd outward appreciation,I look to museums of artFor mental occupation. When I'm feeling as though I'm missing a part of me,I visit a parkAnd hug the nearest treee. And for when I feel the world is too heavy,I look to the arms of a loved oneTo hold me steady. I must have an escapeI must escape to a place I call home, For home is where the heart is And my heart is never alone