Lost I guess 
set to sea
nothing terrible just 
paddling about the 
harbor in dingy
looking at sights
seeing some fish 
hearing the quacks 
then back to
shore I go
I guess wanderers 
will always wander 
if not far
then frequently near 

I wonder what 
driving a bus 
would be like 
at this hour 
early every day 
are people sleepy
kind or cordial 
cold and absent 
let’s play bus
you and I 
climb aboard passenger 
where’s your ticket 
here’s your coffee 
where to today 
right here okay 

When you overlook 
you don’t overcome 
you might overthink 
and maybe overdo
things overdue overtime 
but you won’t 
overthink things overall 
because by the 
time this happens 
that is over 

And then this 
one your one 
not that you’d
know I haven’t 
ever told you 
or anyone really 
that this one 
your one is
the only one 
the only one 
that whenever I 
hear and wherever 
I am and
whatever I’m doing 
have done and 
forever will do 
this one will 
be your one 
your only one 

Someone has to be 
the rock the root
the stump or the 
stone upon which others 
climb hold sit or
find so that those 
who do can change 
and the others can 
go on their merry
way until they will
eventually find theirs themselves