There’s different ways of getting lost
By walking off – not counting cost;
By nibbling grass to edge of cliff
Or falling into cushion’s rift.
Sometimes the lost stay here at home
Eat three square meals and never roam
Their value kept to circulate
Then looking back regret their fate.
I’ve done both ways to some degree
This mix of Englishman and Cree
Routine and freedom – each a part
Of life expressed in work and art.