Because for whatever reason, even though I want to stay home all the time and be left alone, I want to tell the world who I am now.
He goes along just as a water lily Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats Unweighed down by passion or intensity Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts And he finds a home in me For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
Home is where my habits have a habitat