Breathing's easy and it must
be the familiarity or the contentment,
but I can't help to feel at home.
I walk pass the buildings and I
greet each one with a smile.
They know me, I know them.
An officer used to sit outside,
people restricted from the little bit of peace
it has to offer.
The fields are bare, empty even.
The benches reach for your legs as you pass.
Cling to human life, full of appreciation.
I go because we both need it,
company and conversation.