Home Holiday

My confined space has an appeal to me
Peace I once thought lost now real to me
A functioning shut in, I follow a pattern
Work in, work out, work done then sleep
Creature of habit? No, and I say so simply
That I have reached the climax of a life spent in envy
Of those who had money to burn, and all I had were some ashes
That were swept beneath the rug of the time that passes
When we are resigned to the fate that we have dealt ourselves
When we deny that which is deserved by none but ourselves
Is it shameful, to leave myself at home in my solitude,
And find the solitude therein, I'm in a better mood?
No, and I say so proudly
You can go out of doors but you can do that without me
As I sent them out the door, they could all do without me
Or was it the other way around?