All I do is this; I paint the sky every morning While you are asleep. You get up and see it's blue. The sea is ripped occasionally. You don't know who sews it back. I do. I fool around from time to time too. This is also my job. I think of a head in my head. I think of a stomach in my stomach. I think of a foot in my foot. I don't know what the hell to do.
Orhan Veli Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat, 1989