(I almost gave in to not writing today.  But this is about discipline.  Write, no matter what.)

The title track to one of my ten favorite albums ever.

Where do you go when every door is locked?
When the key to home no longer fits
The windows cackle at your desperation
The porch light tells you you’re unwelcome in Morse code.
Take all that you own.
And go where your sanity can bounce peacefully off the walls in your mind
Wrap yourself in your own delirium
And breathe.
Home is too comfortable to be home.