The Recidivist

Back again ,back home, back here were you belong.
Like a bar room singer who only knows one song.
Where are the chains that bind you to this path.
What blinds you to other options,
Is it environment or genetics the color of ones skin,
or something universal something deeper within.
Is it the past we can not escape,
the parent of our thought
Some call it karma so escape it they can not.
Perhaps life fills the home we make,
so adopt a different shape,
make it for your demons a place they can not stay.
Shape of yourself a temple, open it up to grace
and start a brand new day from a different living space.