I’ll rent a house somewhere
I’ll listen to Biosphere
and all I see there
a straight line in the atmosphere
every hour will be longer
and I’ll linger with pleasure
the only visitor I will invite
is the whispering wind or the sunlight
I’ll leave all disturbants at home
the evening papers and the telephone
but I’ll bring my memories
despite everything
I hope life will miss me
maybe this is wishful thinking
and maybe I’ll just keep on sinking
but sometimes it’s enough to know
that there is a place where everything is on hold
where the hours will be longer
and I’ll linger with pleasure
