Each to his own and I've found my own here in this city;
Here where the sky's clear but the pathways always gritty.
Seven seas to sail. Here's where I build my ark.
Four compass points to choose from, I know not where to go;
Lost where history ensnares the present, I can't mind that I don't know.
Zephyr may find me here with time when I am ready to embark.
