Safe

At school, at home,

Where ever I go.

It's all the same,

Emotions and tensions.

Is a book a place,

Where I can finally safe?

A drawing?

A cloud?

A dream?

A song?

A poem?

Where are my thoughts safest?

Where am I?

Is it possible for anyone,

To truly be safe?

In this case,

I think it's all the same.

In a world of many places,

Nowhere is safe.