My place

I come here and my eyes witness new colors and forms
I’ve smelled some of this atmosphere years ago or yesterday.
Still, this place has been self-named, a beginning it seems to claim.

I lay on that favourite spot of mine and look out the window.
What do I find? Perfectness for a scene.
It maybe trees, it maybe roofs, it may be sunshine.

A glass is in my hand, filled with something sweet I grew to like.
All around is cool and placid, some agreeable music plays at a distance.
There’s no one near me, right now, I’m all the company I want.

My mind must be leaving its scene-attention mode
For I put down the glass and slowly manage to stand on my feet.
Where do you lead me? Where do we go?

I come here and I dare to feel new scents, new stories.
I’m as comfortable as I’ve never been, as independent as I wished to be.

There’s challenge, there’s fun.
There’s discovery, there’s love.

I enjoy present, I enjoy today, but it will be different, someday.
The end will dictate the time when a new beginning shall commence.
There are goals to attain, paths to define.
Yet, this memory belongs to me, and always will.