House

When I lived in a prison, I dreamed of living in a home.

When I was released into a house, I dreamed of living in a home

When I sat in this house, I felt imprisoned by the stuff

When I was released from the past it became a living home.

Home can be a cardboard box or a penthouse in the sky

Home can be a nest in a tree or the coral of the sea

Home is not about bricks and mortar

Home is alignment, home is for the free

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