There is one place
It is like your shower in the morning
It has heard you sing your heart out
And heard your cry
It has seen you refreshed and contented
And has seen you hungover
It’s the place where you have won arguments inside your head
And the place you went to cry when you lost it in reality
It sanctuary replicates the rush of warm water, cascading over you
The droplets washing away the dirt
That place, your sanctuary
It is like your shower in the morning