I'm tied to the circle.

Moving my yoke around the circumference

Determined by home and hearth and the

Trivialities of bills paid and unpaid.

Fish bowled and circumscribed

I use the drum of my dreams to

Compose fantastical melodies

Of what I will do when all is done;

Home repaid-the birds have flown the nest.

Helloa! Traveler. You that stopped to read my musings.

Are we in the same boat?

Or are you sailing through life's troughs on your Titanic?

Drop in a line so that I may know...

Even in this busy world,

I am not alone.