and realizing that I can't find it neat. Where is my life giver who

used to clean my room .Where is the desk where is my bed where

can I find a place to rest my head? Where is the task-accepter to

take my trash?  The ones who used to magically clean my desk and

sew my torn shirt. Now and they are gone my room turned to a litter

basket.  People have one writing straw but I have thirty .I've got

thousands of papers and more. I find the magazines lying in the

floor. How many wonders can one cave hold? No place to rest and

no place for peace. There is no place to sleep wishing good dreams.

My little cave turned to a land of wonders. How can I study when

there are stuffed creatures gazing at me curiously and have no light

to lighten my sight?

The cave of wonders I shall wipe. I look around and I can't find any

friend and no foes. No one here to help not even the task accepter

*the maid*. Where are my friends where are my comrades where

are the ones whom I find through happiness.  Sickness I'm going

through and have no one to cure. What a miserable manner a man

does meet.