The calm of the day,
The green of the grass,
The glow of the sun,
Comforts of my flesh...
Set me where i belong
for all that's in the head is of absurd theater
and i dont know what's to be done.
Soul is not at rest and i've got nowhere to run.
I'll keep waiting under this tree and measure our shadows along the day,
for i know the calm i seek lays in somewhere,
comes in some time;
it lays somewhere within you my dear mother earth!
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