My very place

My territory is being squeezed up,
My realm is being shaken.

This is my land, this is my land,
And my door is being knocked.

Should I say no to the beggar?
Should I let the pilgrim out of my house?

I don’t want to be mean,
I don’t want to be aloof.

I just want my very space to breath,
Breath in to feel myself, to sense myself.

And a very secret place I can dive in.