There really is no place like home
And no real place I’d rather roam
To be alone, or be with you,
To close my eyes for just a few.
I’ll shower off the sleepy dust,
But only if you feel I must
To shake the cobwebs from my brain
To keep the days on a good refrain.
With everything and nothing to do,
What was old is somehow new.
There is time to take and time to hold,
Time to explore and be a bit bold.
I often dream of times like this,
With everyone home and nothing to miss.
Do you feel it? That subtle shift in your day
Where once was all work, there’s room to play.
I like this new balance that I’ve found;
Less routine, more life, less bound.