Where do I live!
Of ideas, of ideals,
It's thoughtlessness unprovoked
and unrequited. It's neutral, not familiar,
not unfamiliar. It's the language of your heart,
It's the home of the mother. It's the origin of the factor.
It's what no one can get out of, animal or people or the creator.
It's not the place to be just comfortable, It's the womb, It's the mother.
Creation of passion,
Of everything and everyone,
Truth, sorrow, Merriment or liar.
Home, Is Fire.