You find yourself,
anywhere really,
there is no measurement from x to y,
who knows how you got there?
So you don't rue your life,
or the choices that led you there,
you accept them,
little words,
whispered in your ear
as you step over the threshold.
Why,
this is your home?
How could you fail to recognize it?
This is everything you made,
step in, colonize it.
You designed every room,
every hallway,
painted the portraits,
you can't get lost.
Rest,
recoup,
it is all you.
