I am a gypsy
wandering about in the wild western desert...
And in my emotional wanderings, one day I found a small hut
When I asked around here what it was called
They said it was known as mouthshut.
I was dusty and tired
So I decided to retire
in Mouthshut
For a while
It's been some days
I have changed my ways
My dancing feet have found their earth
Have I finally found the anchor of my turbulent seas ?
Will I stay here forever ?
Will I hang my hat on a peg here forever
Or will I sigh and move away again...
Will this journey be in vain ?
