Return from where to where?
I've left my days of mirth and bliss
Of moonlit nights and choric walks
And find myself now hurtling down
Into the reams of 'pending' lists
Where the clock with gaping jaws
Crouches for one lethal leap.
Let this verse be then
My magic-bridge of time,
For there shall I move
In nowhere, nowhen
And straddle how I can
That which I must
And that which is lost.