Back and forth, the world goes round, and I'm right here, right here, right now, and every word that comes from my mouth can't seem to say please let me out...
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...
