Even though people nowadays are always on the go, there still is no place like home. At home we can be safe and secure. At home we can actually be just ourself with no pressures.
outside the wind is blowing
the local news said around 20 mph
it’s only 35 degrees out there
so with the breezy wind it’s mighty cold
but I went for a bike ride anyways
peddled only 4-1/2 miles
before I thought it was enough
I was frozen
like a popsicle
by the time I arrived home
an hour later
my ears are still red
my body is darn right cold
I sit here
in front of a heater
trying to warm up
and hoping, kind of praying too,
that my computer doesn’t freeze up
but what can I do
when it’s too cold out
to ride my bike other places
just to get out
to not feel stuck and deserted
I think
dream a little too
while I am here alone
because
there’s no place like home
even when I want to be someplace else
home is where I can do anything I want to
and nobody would know the difference
or be any wiser as to who I really am,
as to the things circling my mind
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