Steppin’ forth my feet in the shifting sand,
Just me, myself and I along emotional land,
Shuffling already a thousand miles or more
Throughout the vicissitude of my life of yore:
From tundras of depression and jungles of joy,
Or wh’ever else I wander, e’ery path I employ,
Ne’er to cease steppin’, nor succumbin’ t’suicide
For this heart’s m’home, and in m’home I’ll reside.