Find your place
Whether it be crowded
And shrouded
Maybe people galore
But something you should know is
You may still be alone
Your place may be cramped
Smashed and bashed
Into a tiny corner
Let's face it you're still its owner
All of this is true or may be a lie
Nothing can stop you
You're still able to fly
Be it you're sad, mad, or glad
Try to see the work in the sand
Love life to the brim
Of the cup in your hand