0082 The Myself Place

When you were a child, where was it? For there's always some place: somewhere you go, when all you want is just to be yourself - because it's all too much, or not enough; you've lost what matters most, or not sure just what you're really looking for; and so there's nothing else to do but go to that friendliest place on earth, that's all your very own; the myself place. Street cafes, bars, can sometimes be that place: the sun shines; relaxed, you watch the passing scene with an assumed slight superiority that goes with the seat price; or alcohol soothes all in friendly gaze: they're just the actors, extras in your play; so sit; enjoy; smile at the world with goodwill, even love; a few more visits, it can soon become the myself place. Porches, stoops, verandahs - what a brilliant idea: put it all aside; you've fed well, so now watch the play from the best seat in the house: you're there in lordly public stage box, if they want to stop and talk; and backstage there's love enough to script your every dream: meanwhile, the myself place.