It’s all about place and money.
This winter I’m no longer trying.
My search for partner for so long
Has taught me being all alone.
I lack the summer and the sun,
Being creative, feeling fine.
I will be done with city life,
Its risks and hopes, its endless rush.
It’s all about time and money.
I’ll live at sea when I’m retired.
I’ll buy a cottage at the coast.
But still I’ll have to pay its cost.
The world is two dimensions flat.
And I’m as if already dead.