Sometimes, I go, wander.
In worlds, of yesterday's, yonder.
I fly, in the skies, under water.
I swim, in the clouds.
Above, lofty men, proud.
They look down, while we're given, no quarter.

Sometimes, I retreat.
From the rain, snow, and, sleet.
In the hopes, I'll be, no longer sodden.
I keep, a kerchief, close by.
For mankind's, wept eye.
To wipe, the lonely tears, of the downtrodden.

Sometimes, I am, lost.
My compass, in frost.
The coldness in me, makes, a blizzard.
When, charting my course.
Winds rage, to storm force.
Casting fore, like, an Antarctic wizard.

Sometimes, I am, found.
Dulcet. Feeling, so sound....