There is a place,
a place like no other.
Superman has his fortress,
athlete’s have their podium,
I have a simple balcony.

It is overlooked by many,
yet it overlooks everything.
It is a pinnacle, a summit,
and below lies my sanctuary.
My problems are left at the entrance,
and I am free from my this prison,
and the prison of my thoughts.

There is always a gentle breeze,
that carries warm wishes and gentle hopes
and in the epicenter of chaos
I briefly forget where I am.