I got "The Man From Nantucket" stuck in my head now, but I suppose humor goes well with depression. I may have to continue this one as the words come further, see if I can't have a little fun with it. It is a limerick after all.

The lonely road winds on,
my past is far and gone.
I look past the bend
for a home at the end,
but find a place just to rest till the dawn.
-Fall 2003

Here, I've made me a home.
My feet are forbidden to roam.
But, I miss where I've been,
must travel again.
This place has made me a gnome.
-Spring 2004