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?

The good stuff can be hard to find, Soft, yet strong by design. I vanish with sorrow, sickness, or glee, Pulled from a box, used urgently. I crumble under pressure, yet serve my role - Please wash your hands when you're done.

Fixation or dwelling? Both are compelling! Hips mustn't lie, Just go where they're telling