I am from the house that reeks of stress
I am from the desk where scribbles are art
I know my writing tells a lot about me
As messy as it is I get it

I am from the rambles of pointless things
I am from the place
where rapid spanish is spoken
fluently, but mashed together

And through the troubles of every day
I can still stand up strong
Take a deep breath in and out
And relax for once in a lifetime

And sometimes in the heat of despair
I find an oasis of relief
And as I drink the water of regret
I find the place where I am from