Oh, how they do define my kingdom,

where I find rest and some sanity.

We will persecute ourselves with indignity,

far more than the perception we feel from others.

It’s that pit in your stomach, fear to recognize,

that piece holds our insecurities in place.

And perhaps there are genuine gestures,

deservedly critical moments in our life.

What manner of peace can we give ourselves,

and how do we achieve some serendipity?

Well before our lives ever really began,

there was that human condition defining life.

Now inside the measure of a silent refuge,

we seek solace and quietly live our bounty.