What it Feels Like

I hone in..this is that and that is, in which the place that I reside in My place of peace, my throne..Poseidon It's where the intellects and I meet, while we often sing and greet each other with lyrical content, verbs, and words, reciting..vibing It is also where you hear the laughter, in addition to little feet that often pitter patter My daughters over there giggling, amidst the chitter, chatter competing over who's best at what, and who's the master of.. then I look at my young son, bobbin' his head to the latest song as if he's in love Speaking of, I look for my Dove, the one that keeps it all together with her utmost empathy and compassion, She holds no higher title because without the Queen, there's no honey, and it ain't sweet when the bees looking at you funny As one we are solidified, be it by my side, or taking a ride through the countryside, You see my home is mobile, you hear me? My home is vocal, You feel the frequency of our energy when visiting, it's so inviting In my home, you'll never want to leave