Secret Life

What a joke, to live in the foreign land Can’t go from here, and I can’t stay Still I can enjoy to a great extent Little wonders of this beautiful day Beneath the lilac trees in full bloom I sit near home on the bench, idly gazing At the sunlit lilacs, inhaling their perfume Oh the bittersweet note feels amazing How exciting that moments of peace still come! What a thrill to get some contraband sun! I can beat an imaginary snare drum Without efforts required for the real one I’ve a loophole to slip into secret life In your pleasant country or anywhere else I won’t make any kind of political strife Won’t throw my coins in the wishing wells I’ve got a shopping bag at my foot In a moment I’ll get up and go upstairs Maybe I haven’t done the best I could Do it better, and let me know if you care.