I may meander, but I’m not lost I had a point to make, but my mind went astray I’m when you leave the beaten path You let your eyes roam and suffer Your girlfriends wrath.

What is seen in the middle of March and April that can’t be seen at the beginning or end of either month?

I have deep walls but no rooms, and my floor is always shifting. I'm a place where rock is hunted, but no animals are living. What am I?

Lessons we're taught to follow, though they are rarely the same. Some are clear, and their purpose apparent, while others are no game. Twisting your brain, vague at their core, And at Ikea they are but a joke, nothing less, nothing more.

Look to your left and right, before crossing this road. Who knows maybe there's a sweet fruit on the other side. But do be careful, don't get hit by the fishes dressed as cats.