What a pleasant bliss to
Lay upon the swaying leaves
Though alone as can be
Nothing else could compare
Such a sweet serene
To feel the wind brush through my sleeve
Though alone as can be
I have everything I need
People say I must play by the book
Just because I might fall out of rules
Be as rich as the rich in the story
“Fear for the ‘fall behind,’”
Maybe I am naive
To have my own little list
Though alone as can be
I have everything I need