Defeat

Defeat There are times one must admit to being crushed By life itself, I moved back to my old house Far from the crowd only to find it was Overwhelming me, the house is built on a rocky slant So every floor is on a different level, which I found Charming but now I fall over them. I had this romantic idea I could do some repair work But I haven't got the strength. With a heavy heart, I have put the house up for sale And move back to Cascais. I have done my best turning what was a stable into a dwelling It looks eccentric and but suitable for one who Seeks solitude he/she will find tons of it here. If I can't find a buyer I will let it rot dreaming it own dreams We had a good run but everything comes to an end.