clouds drift through the sky
nobody asks them why
birds hop around in the grass
they don’t put their foot on the gas
people hurry down the street
other humans to meet
they wear starched collars
and make billions of dollars
they had a master plan
before the day even began
i wish i knew what it was
my head is beginning to buzz
i wish i lived a million years ago
so i could watch the sun move slow
over a hill of green
in a happy primal scene
beneath a sky of blue
with nothing at at all to do
except find a few berries or grapes
and hang out with the lions and apes
with no taxes to pay or loans to beg
i would let the ants crawl up my leg
and the bees float around my head
and listen to what the breeze said
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