l can't decipher east from west
Or north from south to pass a test
I am so very lost
All direction tossed
It's evident and plain to see
That even God can't find me
When I arrive at my home
I will no longer roam
I'll take pleasure in what I've got
For wanderlust, I have not
I know that simple things are the best
They leave me happy and not stressed
There is truly no place like home
Whether it be a tent or even a dome
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