Grown Up

Maybe I didn’t grow up.

Perhaps down.

Slid straight through the ground.

Perhaps I’m here but I’m really there

I’ve been dubbed lord of the underworld

Where there is no up, no down

No sense, no nonsense

No intelligence, no counterintelligence

Down under the ground there is a lot of clutter

And on a day just like any other

I tripped and stumbled into love

Perhaps the under is not quite different from the above

Tschüss!
Marta,
Frieda.
Hart...