No home of my own
A gypsy at heart
A nomad, a loner
I’ve been from the start.
Buy low and sell high
Rent low or own
Hard to decide
I face the unknown.
Picking my poison
Right here on this earth
There in the mountains
Where I once gave birth.
To thousands of flowers
All growing there wild
I picked …. oh so many
When I was a child.
A small house to live in
Some land to raise goats
To learn to read music
To make fragrant soaps.
To run through the garden
To swim in the stream
This is my vision
This is my dream.
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