I am the marionette of inspiration
it is playing with me as it wants,
as the sunset to the night is tending,
like a leaf - to the autumn leaffall.
Who will tell me - how does a leaf grow?
who is leading fluids through his streaks?
but there comes a time for it to blossom,
and the plant is flowering, this is it.
Typical, but why you cant predict?
A tree or a leaf have no brain,
but it grows so right and well
and now it rules the way I think.