I remember as a kid I'd lay on my back,
And reflect on the past in a field of green grass.
Watch the cloud formations steadily pass by,
Until the moon and stars illuminated the night's sky.

I loved going to gated communities.
The grass there was so beautiful.
I'd lay for hours under the sun.
Because the feeling of that grass was bed-like to me.

My favorite place to lay was under a tree,
Watching the branches dance in the breeze.
At the time, it was as if they talked to me,
"A reminder Keenan, like our branches, be free."

So whenever I felt life moved fast,
And I needed reflection on the past.
I took the time out of my day
To lay in a field of green grass.