The Meaning Of Life

On waveless seas and seeds of weed.

On cold fire and other warm things.

I flew under a bird's wing,

To meet good old Doris King.

Past black trees and mountains of water.

Past legged snakes and bald sheep.

I wandered hairy as a dog.

To where all the lonely people meet.

Down dead end lanes and arm less statues.

Is where people go to plead the fifth.

But I remain focused,

To find the answer to McGregor's Myth.