Inventory those things that you carry
To know how much they are weighing you down
I’ll be in the back, don’t you worry
To ensure that it all keeps on working
I’ll not close my eyes for one moment
Or consider the costs at all
My work is all strewn about
Fragments from a furious cloud
Marbles considered lost
Screws considered loosened
I’d lock up on my way out
But stay instead, inside in thought
Marbles considered lost
Truths considered fiction
These are the trees I couldn’t help but see
For the forest was enough of a fortress for me
An accumulating pile of leaves is the most beautiful of currency
In my rich history
