Do you remember him?
The one who appeased the children
And teased our sense of direction
Where will he lead us today?
Maybe to a secret place
That we shift to the back of our minds with age.
So let's get led on the tracks
That someone once labored over
Towards where we shall learn.
...And while We are (all up and secluded)
In our humble abode away from the rest...
It's for words, not spaces, that we yearn.