The Sleeping Gardener
this is where I go when alone. isolated, yet surrounded. welcome. pick a spot, and share my thoughts.
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains
La la la…
