From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do —
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
When I see the picture above it looks as though the mother is imploring the child to take her with him. Because that’s the thing: once we grow-up it’s like we leave Nod behind. Either that or we’ve simply stopped looking. Good night, and good luck…