Often living souls will stray
Sometimes they will tip and sway
But as the tide returns each day
Soon they will come home.
.
Where do catlike spirits fly
Which toil would hold and stultify?
They’re hunting free, but by and by
Soon they will come home.
.
Forget the knots of doubt that bind
us to the clock, uncloak the mind,
reach far beyond, and unconfined
we’ll welcome our souls home.
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