Philosophical

We return home by walking in the sun 
In the shade of the trees the earth 
Is wet still from the morning rain 
Saturday wains to the zenith sky 
With forlorn thoughts and memories 
Which cloud the weekends gone before 
By the riches which adorn the lane 
Where what you think is true is not 
Moving from one camp to another 
Later by reason of could not remember 
In any case I did not switch the matter 
I could not look at it like that 
Because it turns out that a part of me 
Is not all about being animal 
But better

The Case