there was a place i used to call home.
it wasn't really my home,
but it was my home,
you know....
you'd have to drive far to reach my home,
you'd have to climb up and up and up,
you could hear the wind whisper in my home,
you could smell the earth in my home,
hell you could even hear silence in my home,
it was so loud.
you could pretend that nowhere else existed in my home,
maybe everywhere else seized to exist once i was in my home,
you know, the law of the observer,
or some shit like that.
in my home it always felt cool,
the air in my home was the purest air one could breath,
the birds in my home... well they were happy.
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