If you find yourself searching the stars//For meaning and purpose and hope...
On a Whim
Fill up my cup//Not quite to the brim...
Of Caught-Soughts and Could-Stoods
Tread the world with light-footed dreams
Be all that is aught, and a touch of what is naught
Do not allow the tempest zephyr streams
To knock your block into being caught-sought...
