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I want to place myself in safety, A refuge of my own. One with music, food, books, and a pen, and paper with which I’ll roam. Perhaps I’ll take a backpack full of essential things, then all I’ll need is a place warm, and dry for me and my things. Once I wanted a cabin far away in the woods. Then I thought I’d be fine in a hotel even if it were in L.A.because the view is spectacular. Maybe New York, if I could keep the peace within, channel my inner balance, but then again the smell of a campfire, draws me into its arms, but I don’t like tents or the hard ground on my back. So the cabin won out, but it’s always only in my mind. One time I thought it was stolen That a moment would taint it, but it hasn’t. So I’ll be here, in the quiet woods, and perhaps a lake to walk upon the shore, seek the sunrise to sunset. I’ll take it all in, and you can’t take that, no you can’t. There are no mind police yet.