I spent what seemed like a very long day

Going from place to place, not knowing why

I went through the hoops to help get away

From this small space known as my cloudy sky.

I lent my mind out to the world outside,

Expecting nothing in return for it;

I bent my purpose so as not to hide,

Deciding something has to soon remit.

I rent this place with you to help us live

Completely within our own meager means;

I dent the market with what I can give,

But am I meant in this business of scenes?

Invent as I may the whys and wherefores,

Am I the one to tell the wise the scores?

(written in 1978)