Was it nice
To work
Five days this week?

Someone was asked me
Well, the amount of days
Doesn't matter much to me

Sometimes
When the clock strikes three
I would rather be
Sitting underneath a tree

A few days of work
Each week is fine with me

But anything more
It becomes a bore
Perhaps even a bit of a chore

Five days a week
Is fine sometimes

But I'll definitely never
Ever work full time

Someone said I had
To work forty hours a week

There is no pinnacle
No Peak

Calm and still
Like the valleys below
One day you may learn
The universal flow

It's an empty world it seems

Kind and loving women
Are in my dreams