o.k, alot of people will read this and wonder what it's all about. i think people who really like poetry will understand though.
I start my journey home,
Walking past daffodil bay,
Walk past a man drowning and not waving
And I fled down nights and down days
Past midnight moment’s forest,
Past lonely sea and sky.
I remember, I remember:
Where the river lie.
I’m halfway home to my house.
But Macavity won’t be there.
I’ll wonder lonely as a cloud.
And one day I’ll get there.

