A Place To Dwell

Home is where the heart is found;
at least that’s what they tell;
that’s not oft where we’re bound;
and not the place we dwell.

Our physical body longs for home;
but that’s not all we are;
the energy soul longs to roam;
and travels wide and far.

The thought image that’s on our mind;
the place we really dwell;
our permanent home; it is defined;
as far as we can tell.

It oft involves a place in our past;
where thoughts still have their doubt;
where long ago it ceased to last;
and now, it’s impossible to get out.

How can it be; the past has changed?
I didn’t want it to be so;
and yet, it is all, rearranged;
leaving me noplace to go.

Why does the past seem to becon?
It’s so toxic a place now to dwell;
a place that once seemed like heaven;
was converted to my personal hell.

In spite of all, my mind draws return;
to a place that I had once, created.
How is it my thoughts will never learn;
all my past must be vacated?