Is it wrong to want to sit here
in the sunlight and fresh air?
Is it wrong to just sit here
and do nothing but sit and stare?
My head keeps saying “Get up!”
the demands of life within,
Oh but all I really want
Is to sit and listen to the wind!
I’ve got a list that’s eight miles long,
there’s always something I’ve got to do
but who really wants to work inside
when the sky is so vibrant blue?
The birds are singing, the flowers are out,
their fragrance fills the air
Warm from the sun, I give in
and simply sit and stare.