he seeks pandemonium;

with it's reckless and unbridled spew.

the walls are hard and calloused for those who stray,

and the farm is so serene.

the barn beckons where last his lover lain.

the strobe sweeps his face,

and memories hold no pull

for him.

nevermore!

the lots are cast

and so is he,

to explore the forgiving sea;

the time is right,

and his mind is free,

liberated by the tide,

to swim, swim, swim;

making towards the far too distant shore.