After years of toil and sweat,
I´ve pushed this fence out a bit
But I looked up, and found
That the other fences moved in all around.

The grass ain´t greener, but there´s more
Than I have ever seen before.
But fences have me bound,
And they are moving closer all around.

My friends told me I’d reach the sky
If I would only try
But we’re all still on the ground,
And the fences move in closer all around.

These days I just lie on my hide,
Dream about the other side,
And listen to the sound
Of fences moving closer all around.

-Marco Klaue, ©2002