At home

At Home

~Miss A

How could I be so formal, living a life set by rules and boundaries,

Always thought how you sit, act, behave was constant to all places,

But it seems that I was wrong, rather unaware,

Or never felt the right to feel the ease our own presence can provide. 


But, thanks to you, I know what coming to rest means,

And thanks to you, that now I can relate, to all those grey memes.

Being random and messy and not restricted,

Free by all means, a total massacre of the general manner. 


My hair used to be set like the movies, now I'm being judged by tangled clan,

Fresh and ready for the day like a beagel, but I actually prefer the tardy.

Countless rhymes speak about the relief at home, yeah I see,

Where there was only go and go like a chain of running instantly. 


Though I think that with time, I was inspired by frozen, let it go,

For once that I really let go, oh I can feel the shoulder stiff.

I think I used to cry at the word home, because how I'd be, 

But now I see, what an awesome place the bed and pillow is. 


My ankle knows, how much I weigh, that seems like a luxuary,

I know the way people live, I represent 'em, a fantasy. 

Simple things when kept away for long, becomes a boulder.

Greif, and anget and frustration and yes what I talked about the shoulder. 


The milkshake says, drink me, you'll become stronger,

Oh sorry dear, I rather prefer some deep sleep over indestructible. 

The tide has become a gaint, with the moon coming near,

So am I, when I got to know what it feels like to be in my space, shy. 

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