Strong, solid, stable, secure,

I think I’ve got it, though I’m really not sure.

Bricks and mortar, roof over my head,

Or a feeling within and where my heart’s led. 

The years I have spent returning to self,

Learning from others via the books on my shelf.

Stripping back all the layers that aren’t really me,

Deconditioning from everything I don’t want as my reality. 

Knowledge is power, but that only gets you so far,

In action it becomes wisdom, and to that nothing is on par.

Coming back to your true self again and again,

Well surely there’s no better place to build upon, than that, my friend.