long with a distance, my memories are that, as i walk into a door i see thing's that reflec me, that call out my name, i walk into warmth, into beauty, and into love of feeling,

i see me in the eye's of souls that look like me, act like me and at time's, i see them, them that have their on passion for this world, their on likes and dislikes, an when i vision a dream they are the first one's i walk past,

i cook in a kitchen that was meant for me, lay in a bed that i dream my dreams, an they do not haunt me, i have seeked what was to be found, and found what was mine, passion, plays me like a simply melody, like a simply belief of progress,

my days are know longer hard, they know play rhythm's of a beaten path, i have confessed my self, confessed the footage of my constant council, drum's play my music, , want's as i know, know longer need what fade, away as do the days of my years, i rummage through life no more, it does not hold darkness,

my soul, console's itself, an i am home,


to a passage of belief.