a breeze lists through the windchimes and i'm
sitting in the sun.
most of my work is done so it's no crime
to simply take a minute to exist
without a cause,
in reverie to pause for bliss sublime!
and when the muse has whispered verses
softly in my ear,
to pen the words i hear a duty seems.
my life for better or for worse is
simple but sincere,
nor leisure do i fear or field of dreams.
sitting in the sun.
most of my work is done so it's no crime
to simply take a minute to exist
without a cause,
in reverie to pause for bliss sublime!
and when the muse has whispered verses
softly in my ear,
to pen the words i hear a duty seems.
my life for better or for worse is
simple but sincere,
nor leisure do i fear or field of dreams.