I need to give up the extraordinary
Just live my daily life
Hope for the Flowers
Wisdom in the strife

In my solitude
Sleep perchance to dream
I miss her energy
I miss my basketball team

Once saw Garrison Keillor
Once Vienna in snow
Old MacDonald had a farm
E I E I O

It had to be poetry
Long live Robert Frost!
I am back in childhood
In the Land of the Lost