Fencing my wild fantasies I sit here wrapping solitude
birds, squirrels, clouds and all this greenery around
I search for my identity a bit in everything around
keep all those fences intact, I am a bit here and there
and in everything around
no, no, but no intrusion
it may hurt.
My figure, my identity
these fences, identifies solitude
where I dwell and find myself,
again and again.