I wander without reason and no end

From room to room in slipper-sock clad feet

No plan, no goal have I, nor any beat

I wear no clothes but stretchy cotton blends

Persuaded to go out, my hunger to forfend

Go masked and shielded to the store for meat

And shy away from people on the street

Denuded shelves I search, my own bare shelves to mend.

Out of myself, the sunlight calls me forth;

Above, a blue that I have never seen;

Distractions fade away and so does strife.

At last, I can see sky and find true North,

And from this dross discover gold to glean:

What occupies us does not give us life.