my house

There is a place where things happen
There is a place where life zips
It isn’t my imagination
But I think my house trips.

I run and wander
Every day
Not a moment to ponder
Life zips
As I sit
In my house that trips

It walks me into
Places I never thought
I would conquer
Leads me to ideas
That would never occur
Call me superstitious
Or mentally spacious
But ever since I entered
My feet have never centered
Life skips
In my house that trips.

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