So now weary wanderer you have come
Out of your element out of your mind
Slogging through the jungle further than some
Of us who knew you might have predicted
And having left hope with your things behind
And having reevaluated home
You are surprised to see yourself happy
Waking the dream was not as depicted
It seemed rather like a nightmare to me
In their warm bathwater hippos submerge
The jungle is quiet in balance now
This is when weary wanderers emerge
To ask questions and make trouble somehow
Submerge and emerge go and come and see
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMX
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