Every time I go out there,
to the wild off-road out-of-control,
a place it seems I have no care,
just frolicking around with my bowl,
I tend to ignore the dangers
and let the fantasy hit me,
I very often scare the strangers...

     

if it were a snake, it woulda bit me.

Every push-back of every leaf
reveals a sweet and juicy gem,

     

I smile and pull and forget my grief,
and strangers, I simply wave at them.

I always sing that song to me
because I surely can relate,
living is easy with eyes closed,
seeing what I want to see...

     

no one I think is in my tree-
or maybe it is just my fate.