Ancient

Home when I’m alone

Loner of my home

Seclusive silent symphony

The echos of a moan

Content with disconnect

Yet longing to connect

Peaceful from the wreckage

Comforting introspective

Unamused by egotism

Too tired for their bliss

Socialism culture

And belligerent politics

So I stay inside myself

Bathing in my love

Grounding with the earth

Flying like a dove

Surviving all the pain

To awake my ancient soul

Freedom from my chains

You see me not as old

The journey of my life

Is deeper than the eye

More than pixelated figments

From a superficial guise

Substance of profound

Wisdom of the known

Spirit of belief

Embodied shelter for a home

Alive within my nature

That’s where my heart belongs

Release the dove to fly

Let him sing his song

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