You say That in the London fog you lose your way. That you will not go again But you know nothing of how lost I often feel, in the darkness of my own ‘’brain fog’’. You say you are tired of running in gyms, That great benefits you don’t see But what would you say To sweating and ever-moving And still be just as before? Since morning you say you feel tired But you know not what stiffness is. You say that you can’t go about in the streets That the crowd out there is now too much I tell you then that I, truly, outdoors am unable to go In streets to walk unable I am!
No matter what you say No matter how well you understand me I tell you: You over-exaggerate Before me I tell you You are lucky And you don’t even know it