I'm surrounded by people,
But they might as well be trees.
Their clicking and clacking,
Is like the breeze hitting the leaves.
I frequently feel alone,
Like no-place is my place.
At those moments,
I'm home with God.
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יַסְתִּרֵנִי בְּסֵתֶר אָהֳלוֹ (תהילים כז:ה)
He hides me in His tent (Psalms 27:5)