Fireside Companion

Where do you escape to
When your focus is askew;
When your clarity is mired,
And propriety is tired,
And there’s no you to turn to?

Where do you repair to
When your ego is all wrecked?
Do you pray to the effect
That there’s surely an elect
You can swear to?

You’re not far.

Where do you elope to
When your passion is on mute,
And there’s no forbidden fruit?
Where’s the only absolute
You found hope through?

Where do you belong to
When your travel bags are packed,
And you have no faith in fact,
And the odds are stacked
That you won’t see this song through?

You’re not far.