...JUST TRYNA FIND MY WAY BACK HOME...

My little house on the prairie . My place of total mental peace. Completion and clolsure conquers all. Holes are filled and overflowing. When my life made sense. A place where i could smoke my garden if desired. See in this place, judgement is crime. Slow groove is accepted, grooving so slow, where your speed is the speed. And I could walk right into the sun if wanted. (LOL) This place, oh this place. Then reality saves me from deep reminiscence.