For those foiled by themselves,
For those whose thoughts can drive them mad…
Take a canoe
And oar over fresh, foamy seas,
A home unbuilt,
A place to go to lose yourself,
A sign saying ‘happy here, there’s nowhere else’,
For just a day…
Then let the game, the choice, the chore,
The joy and heartbreak, the crystal tear under darkened cloud
Go on…
The Mirror of Truth 