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.
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