It was way back
My leave from home
I left some doors behind
Can't remember clearly

I remember a garden
Garden of dreams
Females sleeping in the fog
Nightcolored hair



Until the fat men were coming
In a red ride
To buy my home
Gold swinging from their *****
Scratching their bellies
Taciturn
Reading a contract
Until one of them rose
Producing a fountain pen

Clenching his left fist
The fist was a meatball
He signed the contract
Someone hold out his hand
The fat man ignored it
Placidly he put the pen away
Yawned and scratched his *****



A home was sold
Changed
Magnified
Passed on
Miscalculated
Lost
Forgotten