Returning home, adventures had,
Oh how the evening is to every day,
A lover at the journey's end,
A warm hearth familiar and its scent,
A bed to fall upon and sleep.

Where is here?
A place in space,
A step in time,
A still small house by rolling fields,
A wooden frame,
A seated mind,
A world unto itself that introspects,
But I am here,
This... I cannot deny,
I'll crystallise this moment now,
For another moment then.

Broken shoe,
Unbridled joy,
A little less serious,
A little less 'mysterious'.

O broken shoe,
How does it feel,
To peel back and flop,
To break and kneel,

To be tread on,
Yet yield,
And support my weighty soles,
Through mire and field?

O broken shoe,
Unbridled joy,
I take myself a little less
Serious...
Maybe a little glue will hold you together?