GLUE LORE

I wander as I go,   

In this fathomless fight.   

When I get there, I'll know.    

 I stand, ages ago,   

Drowning in my own plight.   

I wander as I go.     

Looking for any show,   

And a marvelous light.   

When I get there, I'll know.     

I hold all of this woe,   

And hope to send it in flight.   

I wander as I go.    

And I fear I plateau   

Upon my mournful blight.   

When I get there, I'll know.     

So, I keep myself low,   

In this dangerous night.   

I wander as I go.   

When I get there, I'll know.   

Such is my tale. Make of it what you will.  

As of now, I am a 16 oz bottle of Elmer's Glue All (it's an extra strong formula!) 

 I choose to withhold how I became trapped in this pathetic, plastic shell. Perhaps I shall regail ye with it another time