Utopia

I'm looking for a place, in the human race. Where gentle people I can trace. A soft spoken friendly type. Would be just right. Where I can be as I want. Not pretend, to be better than my Aunt. A paradise is there. Where beautiful women dare. To parade in super markets and stores. Not beauty salons, like cat walk whores. Where to be natural is the way. Loving nature every day. I took flight, in the middle of the night. Without a dime, left all that was mine. I did the things I had never done. Like going out in the midday sun. Like working hard. No more the office fart. The friends I made were genuine and true. Not like the ones I knew. I had no belongings or cash. That made no difference, did not clash. Freed from possessions, and the bank. At last I was free to live, and thank. My friends in Utopia.