It’s hard to explain, or give it a name.
It’s a feeling I get, like curling up with a warm drink.
I feel safe in this home, as I no longer want to roam.
Sprawled out in that floor, its that I adore.
An old record, a jukebox, music that remind us to step off our soapbox.
If we could just be more like the plant, we would stop running around like the ant.
A turkey from thanksgiving, a party we are always bringing.
The moon, the stars, the universe that is(n’t) ours.
There is so much more of the world to see, so challenging how we live is the key.
Off on a new adventure, we can be sure.
Leaving these walls behind, those that have been so kind.
Brasil, Argentina, Uruguay, it’s time to give our Colombia a goodbye.
Enjoy your travels thru Argentina Uruguay and Brazil. Be safe!
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