Not any part of our surroundings where I have any sanity No where can I sit It's crowded Our fruit trees are smothered with human memorabilia Where I can catch my breath There's no beauty in it There's nothing to look at and value I have a light I cannot find a switch I have a window I cannot find a latch Is memorabilia worth all this How did it come to this I am eating it I am choking on it Is it worth cherishing the memorabilia and not value the human you love