And, yet, just around the bend,
You're already lying down, safe and sound,
Because you live in your mind,
And not your heart,
That's not where it is,
Home's not where you hang your hat,
Or find domestic bliss,
It's where you're going each moment,
A sliver-width's from your hand,
Even pushing open the door,
You're not quite human,
If you think you are home,
Why would you ever want to be?
What good is living in this world,
Without that nascent mystery?
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