Looking for the Centerpoint

I'm looking for the centerpoint.

Somewhere inside myself that isn't cares or passions, fears, anxieties or joys

A place where I am me

And sense I'm living--one moment, then another, then another--

A home.

The world delivers changes, issues, pressures

The times aren't easy--the choice could be to pick which shade of pain to wear today.

Sometimes I get to taste the things I love

But rehearsal ends, the meal is over,

The perfect summer day in February's done

I'm looking for the centerpoint.

A happy place despite the pain and not denying it

A refuge, not an escape

A driver's seat in an SUV through rough terrain

Submission and control

The centerpoint.