Left Lisbon, to grab europe by the crotch,
upon my arrival, it is my own that was rendered grabable.
Nothin particular, no evil fathoms I expected.
Naught but night in search of a place to sleep.

No prejudice as to where
Just a tad of despair
As the mind starts to wonder
And it´s tricks make me ponder.

Can´t afford to be left with nothing
Need at least to maintain my food
But what's mine is mine
Unto others this right
What was given to me must go back whence it came from.

So a cave was my ally, an open door my salvation.
A quiet exit from subtle irritation.