It is good for the ground to be ground
Same goes for you
Getting pretty good at the hard work
Keeping up with the yard work
Try to spend time with a pen

The church, the farm, the city
That was one of my favorite rides
A lifetime isn't enough time to describe it

I receive my new sight
Proof of my paid attention
On bookshelves, in dreams attended things return to me

Marcel said, "It's a pity"
That was one of his favorite lines
Like a gold rushing Buddha he arrived

That's when the bugs come back
With no choice but to rebuild
And we let out the cat
Provided it comes back
Less one choice, more one will
That's when the dirt comes back
With no choice but to be tilled
And I'm let out the back
Sulking like a cat
One more paycheck, one less bill