New surroundings, new walls,
Smiles down every hall,
I’ve been here before,
Though I’m not keeping score.
Shackles have come undone,
Thoughts of old, I shall shun,
I can hear the calls of fresh perspective,
In this new environment, I will be creative.
Want to settle down,
Until the day I wear the crown,
Grow some roots and let them flourish,
At last, my corpse can finally nourish.