Place Called Home, by LostSoul Subscribe to rss feed for LostSoul

As I sit in this lumber of a fast paced city
And as I watch runners pass me by
Smokers lighting their sticks
And workers scurrying to leave their marks

U can hear...

Clanking
Chirping
Swooshing
All at the same time

And yet with the sounds of the city 
I feel peaceful
I feel at home
As if some reason this place has called me

Have I found my home
To call my very own

I take a deep breath
Letting the environment soak into my very being

And I can smell... 
The trees
The Water
The humidity
I feel serene...

I am amazed how in a few days this place has affected me
Has the feel of a small town 
And yet the pace of the universe

My eyes must be deceived
This can't be real
Why did it take so long for me to get here
Now another planning must begin
The start of a new beginning
Posted: 2009-08-08 09:32:37 UTC

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