Immersed in worlds I made up,
Is this where I should be?
How do I stay immersed in all
what I create to go free.
It’s quiet and feels like home here,
It stays by my own prayer,
When it comes apart I only look
in the mirror that reminds I care.
It has to be constantly put there,
Sadly never on its own,
Some think it’s a reward for being good,
Just a hard earned place to roam.
You can feel it while in your real estate,
Until the world finds out,
Then you realize it’s not a thing you own,
But a calm you bring about.