Day Dreamer
DELUSIONAL OR JUST A DREAM,
INSANITY WOULD BE EXTREME.
TO REALIZE REALITY,
IS TO LIVE A LIFE OF NORMALITY.
REALITY YOU WILL NOT FIND,
INSIDE MY HEAD INSIDE MY MIND.
I'M A DREAMER YOU MAY SAY,
REJECTING COLD AND WINTERS REIGN.
THE PERFECT TEMP WOULD BE SEVENTY-TWO,
ON TOP A HILL WITH A PERFECT VIEW,
A WARM NOON SUN AND MILD BREEZE,
UNDER THE SHADE OF A SHADY TREE.
A SOARING EAGLE UNDER CLEAR BLUE SKIES,
NO NEED TO ASK OR WONDER WHY.
WITH WILD FLOWERS ALL AROUND,
I'M LOVING LIFE ON SACRED GROUND.
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