My day is pretty simple
Walk by the beach and whistle.
Read a book and listen to music.
Read some quotes on how to live it.

Lay on the grass and think
Of all that is unreal.
Dancing mice that wink.
And of laughing steel.

My drunken Munchkan friend.
Mumbles stories with a funny end.
Sings of good ol' days
Where the garden had its way.

But this only happened
When I was about ten.
And parents found me laughin'
Thinking of me around the bend.

But those were simple times.
Where I'd **** on limes.
To mess with my mother.
And punch my brother.

Now I work with the same mind.
As the one from a kid.
With color in wine
And grey as a mid.

But as long as I see.
The imaginary bees.
Life would be good.
Life will be good.