What does it feel like?
How do you know?
It’s warm, cozy, familiar
And yet, a little peculiar
Sometimes you feel it in a touch
Or an all encompassing rush
It’s hard to describe
Maybe it’s the whole reason we are alive
So we may come to know our true selves
Beyond our physical cells
As we start to come into our own
We realise we were never alone
And that to me is indicative of coming home