My Immediate Universe

Resting back on pillows in my attic hideaway Feeling satisfied on a full stomach Gazing through the top roof window that rests higher than wide Clear clouds pass by at a snails pace To the backdrop of the faintest watercolor-blue sky And the early moon rests in perfect parallel to my line of sight Daylight peels away at the same speed of the approaching night I can't pluck a single reason to complain from my mind So I may as well just stay here and sit tight And let my music ring on Oh so mellow Oh so right

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