I am struck by those first two lines! What no longer feels like home: the world, the country, the home? Even animals should have dens where they feel safe. Then I am moved by that fourth stanza, complete, sincere, definitive and confessional. When the lyrical voice talks about how the walls of the bubble are getting thinner I feel the change, but also the openness, the loneliness, the exposure in which we can be, the helplessness. And then that ending! So hopeful. No matter how “out of love” we are with the world there will always be a way to see those tattoos that have remained in our memory and that allow us to stand upright and walk. Remember the “Pianist” who closed his eyes and isolated himself from the world, while a classical piece played in his head. I think that sometimes we must do: close our eyes and let the most beloved music play inside us. Have a nice Thursday, my friend. Hugs to you