| Again I frustratedly leave. . . only to arrive. . . At that place which will eventually. . . muddle me. . . The memories packed so tight That I can't find room to breathe The breathing of four familiar Rather than three unkown I have named this place home. . . For the sake of propriety. . . Calm drifts from calamity As I hear that comforting meow There is my cat. Open the refrigerator There rests the stuff That they had last night for dinner When I was still at Biola And I begin to peek around the corners within the house and I find things that I didn't remember were there And I begin to be comforted And I'll go back to school That place which muddles me eventually. |
| Sacred Feline |