My monkey mind likes to hang around on a certain vine.
My favorite vine has never let me down until now.
When all sense is lost.
And all love in my heart gets tossed.
I find again my favorite vine.
Grooved with familiar loneliness.
The broken pieces hold me together.
Home is where my soul is full of clutter.

I lost it all again
I became someone new
My inner world fell apart
A quiet sound it made!

I get to create again
I can be anything it's true
My outer world is open
A shout out loud is due!