I can travel for days and days
Going both far and near,
No matter the distance nor the time
Where I am is always here.
Here is such a very large place
So I think I’d like to go there
But if I go there, I cannot be here
So the place that I am is where.
Where are you going, I am going there
But when I get there. I know I am here
And when I am where, I did not get there
So it means that I am lost, I fear.
It doesn’t matter where I am
It seems to be elsewhere.
When I am looking for it, it is lost
For it is neither here nor there.
So I guess I’ll stay here for it seems
That I cannot go there without being here
So if you are over there, just come along
For I’ll be waiting here.
by Geoff Weilert
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