Back Yard Invasion

This is the only place where I can go when my heart burns and spirit muse in the desert and when the water is dried up from the stream, it is the only place I can go to modify my dreams. The busy bodies have been walking up and down the passage rattling the doors and pissing on the floor, and I said to myself what more do I have to offer. Morning breaks and the roof began to shake; the road breaks in several layers and fill up the blazing alter; buildings sink deeply into the ground and the historical trees are nowhere to be found another city have been spared from what could be one of the most dreadful new year's. And here I am searching for a place where I can have a ten-minute personal date, just to do a little reflection and have some quiet introspection, but trespassers are all over the place doing funny things and singing strange hymn. They chop down all the plants and trees that that used to enhance security and everywhere I turn the vultures are behind my back. It is the only place I have to recuperate when I am grounded behind the iron gate, It is the only place that I can go when they kick you off the show, it is the only place I can catch my balance when my knees are shaking and I feel sad, and when they cancel your show and you have nowhere else to go the back yard gives me the courage to write the script for a new a re-run. Christmas and New Year have come and gone, and I am still cannot find another path. The path is crowded, and I just want to be in a place where people are kind, and I can breathe fresh air. The place that comes to mind is Inner Mongolia and the divine; it has vast open space and three different weathers in any given day, the beautiful sunrise in the morning, wind gust in the afternoon and winter in the evening, what more do you want when everything is inclusive, and the reindeers are running a marathon embracing wisdom and courage. It is the only place I have to go before the start of the show and when my muscles get stiff it is the only place, I can reap the health benefit. My back yard used to be my sanctuary; it is the place where I used to mediate because I have no other place to go. It used to have fruits of all kind and passion running all over the vine, and when I take a break from the computer it is the only place I can go and think things over You have destroyed all the trees and the plants that used to keep my company and nourish my body. I have no place to go when I am not watching the show. The back yard is where I put everything together and you have turned it into an open sepulture, Rats, and rodents, lizards, and frogs, honeybees are in the bushes spying on my misery. I need a vacation far away from here, but I don’t have change to spare. I would like to go on a long journey to have a conversation with my personal destiny and I want scripts and purse and nourishment for my body.