At home it seem to me after school to solve language, college.
How may before it was broken dialects, it was said,
must have been to me no better, dreams of homes
as possible homes of difficulties.
Where am I going to, and where am I writ to a man paged?
What still then the rest of me? How my going to get there?
What have now my legs fight with me towards, and why I feel them
in all their eyes, still then see’d over the road where I now know?