Got home safely. Indeed.

	I was going to write a poem about you, But then I realized that I'm far too literal To properly spill the imagery to the extent of which your indecision is painting me. But you strike me as the sort thats easily impressed by a few well-worded clichés and a natural disregard for structure. I'm having trouble thinking of an ending. So I'll just let it die on a sulking, lonely line.