I turn right at Four Corners there at walk
and don’t walk. A place I can go where I don’t
have to talk. It's a place I call Five Points.
Where I found a small room.
It's a mad room, a sad room, but mostly a glad room.
A place that I go when this world gets me down.
When there's just too much doom and there's gloom
all around.
When everything and everyone just gets right in my hair.
It's there that i can go with some things i want to
share . Sometimes i share pieces and pieces of bits.
It's just like a puzzle whose pieces don't fit.
Til i’ve twisted and turned them and squinting one eye.
I can finally see where that piece ought to lie.
Where i can still choose if i go or i stay.
I don't have to finish that puzzle today.
It may not make sense but it don't have to.
I'll leave all the pieces right here in this room.
So perhaps i'll return to my world again soon.
But if it be elsewhere that i choose to roam.
I will always remember there's no place like home.
Only make believe
amber©2005
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