I like to sit and think
               About all that is
All that was
               All that could be.

              My mind wanders
through all possibilities
              As though they were endless,
endless fields of wildflowers.

                                   I take a brief stop.
           Soaking up the sunshine of hope
                                           dancing to the beat of your heart,
                            the winds of change blow.

We've lived a thousand lives
                 lost in a sea of daydream delights
neither here nor there
                 but everywhere
no single meaning to this thing called
                 life.