at Home I AM; I'm everywhere; I'm happy, worry free
no need for growth, no need for change, content to be just me
then sent here to this manifest of horror and of beauty
my charge – conveying into form that which is still just misty

and even if, perchance, ignore the time I spent preteen
from now it seems obscene, so ignorant - serene sixteen
and even worse, mistakes I've made throughout the years between
for, here, there's no way altering the things I've done and been

as melancholies belong to a darker place
that's far and away from the beamish stars,
they'd wrinkle and crease with, furrows and lines
those faces traced with scowls and frowns

https://soundcloud.com/rula68/where-melancholies-live