Floating is now. Can’t you float? Where is home.

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The times they are a changing.


 Like a pregnant woman I need my baby to be born.

This house. Oh how long I’ve waited. 

The stress unimaginable.


It’s not what you think it’s not a champagne bottle cracking open

I’m still in it! The process I did not stop to breathe and celebrate yet.

Aunt sue calls. Oh yeah that’s great okay.


Home. Home of me. For the people who love me. Who I love. A home for love.

I want it to feel like a long journey ending. 


I’m coming home California I’m coming home. 

Rest my head on the pillow.


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