I am not here, I do not sit noiselessly

And contemplate life

Surrounded by rounded walls

I do not live in this modern house

Or in a cabin in the woods.

I am not in the homeless shelter

I am not the vagabond under the bridge.

I live in my head

That six inches of real estate

Between my ears, in the fat and protein

Inside my head.

Inside my reality

where I tell myself who I am

and what I can

or cannot be.