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)