A house i live in

Sometimes during the day
I go to places
I often go to in my dreams

Its a house i live in
I like it
Its me

It has walkways
instead of
stairs
of polished stone

Its all glass
Multi layers
With soft furniture
and plants

I go there
maybe
four times a year
maybe more

And whenever
I do
I know
I am home

Home is not a place
It’s a feeling