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I wake to the buzz of my clock on the shelf
The floorboard knows the weight of my step itself
My hand finds the switch without lifting my eyes
The curtains slide back and let in the skies
The kettle clicks on with a morning salute
The cup on the shelf waits to join in the route
The plates in the stack are arranged by the day
The cabinet doors are aligned to my way
The mirror in the hall is adjusted to my height
The mat at the door is a part of the site
The path from the entry goes the way that I choose
And every small fixture is there for my use
From the buzz of the clock to the click of the lock
Every switch in the wall sits right where I dock
Yes the person I am knows the path and the route
And I move through it all without a doubt
The keys hit the tray
The phone slides away to its bay
Every step finds a reason to stay
Every corner confirms I'm on my way
It's not a guess
The design folds into a daily address
Every room in the house is my own
I move through the doors and I am never alone
I feel known
The day closes in with a soft little click
The lock turns with the sound of a well-kept trick
I drop the keys on the waiting plate
The counter confirms I'm at the right gate
The kettle switches on with its usual note
The shelf by the door holds the cards that I wrote
The room doesn't question the state of my mood
It simply offers the space to be understood
The light in the hall knows the way that I stroll
The rug in the passage responds to my sole
So I walk through the rooms and the effort stays low
This house is the route of a life that I know
Now the morning is set and the evening is too
Every marker I placed has a meaning I drew
So when I look around me, I find
Every step of the day is aligned
The keys hit the tray
The phone slides away to its bay
Every routine is a page that I write
Every fixture is part of my sight
This holds true
From the first splash of water to the last worn shoe
The signals I follow are built in the floor
This is not a stage but a place I adore
I belong
