i sit here quietly
on this beginning of autumn day,
still surrounded by the gren wall of plants
that i must soon take in.
Finding a bit of pease,
knowing that i lost so many songs during the past week of work.
How strange to know i lost those songs
and not to remember them.
Therre are various forces trying to make me stay,
but thism orning i am sure i will not.
It robs me of too much
and there are too many songs in my heart yet to bring.