that mischievous, meddling mind

what if i left it all behind

where would i go?

who would i know?

in what was left behind

those of tomoorow are whereabouts

they do not exist because i perceive them

two, three, free and fro

where will you go

if you were to leave it all behind

twice and once more

to nothing i bore

a sight ever so unseemly

i glance and laugh eagerly

by the people i fright

ever so i might

be left so far behind

i do not know

from whence ill go

but the curtain besets me every time

who is this, you ask

nothing comes to mind

but none of that really matters anyway