I am a gypsy

wandering about in the wild western desert...

And in my emotional wanderings, one day I found a small hut

When I asked around here what it was called

They said it was known as mouthshut.

I was dusty and tired

So I decided to retire

in Mouthshut

For a while

It's been some days

I have changed my ways

My dancing feet have found their earth

Have I finally found the anchor of my turbulent seas ?

Will I stay here forever ?

Will I hang my hat on a peg here forever

Or will I sigh and move away again...

Will this journey be in vain ?