:wooden compass

Walking down familiar streets.
Oh, to always know the way,
We tread the same paths everyday.
Viewing life through a lens and looking up,
Has changed my holding pattern.
Turning the corner, tuning to station.
I focus to hear the songs of self.
Submerging in water, releasing the day,
Before letting it creep even two steps toward me.
This is where I want to be.
Surrounded by trees,
In a see-through forest.
A Protection.
Help me,
Home.