Organized and ordered correctly.
Orderliness the mainstay.
Cutting loose all the loss.
Making no more is lost.
Playing it safe with every move.
Prim and proper in every way.
Making others gaze in awe.
The predictability of life granted.
Every turn in every corner
leading to another corner
Filled with passages of maze.
Defined exit in place
but seems like no end in sight.
Always ending up where you began,
or being in a place already seen.
New things out there waiting to be sort.
Seemingly hard it seems to know,
The holds in there and what
it never does guarantee u.
Questions of many kinds
Just an answer of one kind.
The answer within is
a given fact that never seems
To rise in the right moment.
But yet somehow the longing remains.
Like a migrating bird in the expanse.
Always etching its path
Back to where it belonged-its HOME.
Simplicity at its best
and fascination at its peak.
Ceasing doesn't exist
when being home was
the sole thing that mattered
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