Some day, Some wonderful day! I'd seen you smile, You were alive. I rummaged through the pages of life, And you faded into a blur. If I had flipped with patience, I might have bounced into that slur. But there was none. One minute there, The next I looked gone. Who were you? I don't know. Like scraps all strew The hope grows. The several arms of conception Are extended And there, a picture rose! Where do I look To find you? The world is enormous The dangers venomous. But I shall proceed. To see that smile For that little while. But in my way, Nefarious rogues stand... Do they? Whose path is it? Theirs? I can shove them out. I can jab and clout. Then come the mighty oceans, Whose whirlwinds can drown you. But I snap my fingers, and lo! The commotion Unobtrusive as it may have been, Completely diminishes. There is no slop-slop, no slosh, I can walk right over the crocs. Where do I next go? But I've found you. You are right her...