When you were a child, where was it? For there's always br some place: somewhere you go, when all you want br is just to be yourself - because br it's all too much, or not enough; br you've lost what matters most, or br not sure just what you're really looking for; br and so there's nothing else to do but go br to that friendliest place on earth, that's all your very own; br the myself place. br br Street cafes, bars, can sometimes be that place: br the sun shines; relaxed, you watch the passing scene br with an assumed slight superiority br that goes with the seat price; br or alcohol soothes all in friendly gaze: br they're just the actors, extras in your play; so sit; enjoy; br smile at the world with goodwill, even love; br a few more visits, it can soon become br the myself place. br br Porches, stoops, verandahs - br what a brilliant idea: br put it all aside; you've fed well, so now watch the play br from the best seat in the house: br you're there in lordly public stage box, if they want to stop and talk; and br backstage there's love enough to script your every dream: meanwhile, br the myself place.