The streets, the lights and all that passes by
The smiles, the grimace and everything nice
The countenace everytime you say "hi!"
And pantomine the words, the least you could try
You figured to start the day knowing lots to bear
Sorrounded by these, are you satisfied with your care?

When the sun's rays warmth you sorely
And the breeze of the wind is way-out indifferent
The day is halfway to its surcease
And the battleground is becoming at peace
Amidst all these, is the clearing of the sky and it's becoming fair
Wind up all the details through breathing pristine air

The rush hour pass as you revert to your haven
And there it is your great comfort
Lethargic you contemplate and wander
Before the window to your soul closes and rest
You bethink notions and all the things that matter
Endgame is, are you satisfied with your care?