In this land of dust and poverty
I finally found what is bothering me
My past hasn't simply been following me
With a perception of nostalgia mixed with pretension
It's a bursting barrel of boredom and sometimes it's hard
In this yellowing yard
This new dimension
And what I've created and what I want to be
Is haunting me
and mocking my efforts and it's all beyond comprehension
I'm simply waiting for an extension of intervention