** Hum
** Hum

I like to hum
Without rhythm
Melodies of no real meaning

Like an absurd classical enthusiast
Musing on the harps and the horns
Contemplating the oboe with almost satirical curiosity

If nothing but humming existed in my mind
I think I could be content

If I were of mind and not body
Just an empty boat on a river
With a breeze rolling through

You could call me imaginary

So blank
So lost
I would be an idiot!
But who would know?

I could go through the motions
Rolling boulders up and down like the all
But inside my head
Behind the curtain
I would be free

** Hum
** Hum