A place to call my own

A little space in the scheme of things
Which I can call my own
A place for me to hide myself
Away from everyone known

A small, secluded place
Isolated from everything loud
Somewhere I can rest in peace
Far from the madding crowd

Done and dusted with the affairs of this world
No one to tow with me
Locked away somewhere safe
For my eyes only to see

Smiles and laughter would be locked out too
So would be all the sorrow
As these emotions are far from original
But only what from others we borrow

Does such a place even exist?
Something I often wonder
Maybe I'll have to wait for it
Till I go six feet under

The search goes on for it
In pursuit I am but lone
An illusion is what I keep looking for
A place to call my own.