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Home is where

The heart is,

Start is, tart is...

Easy peasey

Kind of cheesey

No one to pleasey

But my one and only

Ever lonely

Altogether self.

Sittin' on a shelf

High up in the Himalayas 

Of my mind,

The road to true self

Seems easy peasey

No one to pleasey.

Also the true blue

Of that ever esoteric hue

Should be a clue.

As to my ultimate destiny

The eschatology

Of my biology

As a life well lived 

Speaks for itself.

The epistemology of such

Is bound to be found

In the existential wisdom

Of all the lost sages

In the vast cavalcade of ages

Come home at last

To a hero's welcome.