138 - Even by Ostkreuz

Even here, a hundred thousand thoughts hold me siege
I take pleasure from cooking while you sleep
You seem to need more than the average amount
Perhaps this is the key
I cannot rest
Even as ideas back up round my ears
Tied tight round the temples, this summer lets no escape
Though this is the happiest of all possible worlds
Food satisfies, activity brings peace
Distraction surrounds your attempts to climb
We're lucky round here
You can see the moon, even in the city