Where the hell do you want to go?
Please, go ahead and let me know.
What the hell do you want to do,
really it’s all up to you
The plight of the plow
Sunshine on a working ox
Pulling fields of food and flowers
Patience torqued through snow drift powder
Yes indeed our vines do creep
Berries bush out wildly
Let’s escape to the stars and apples
Where bluebirds baptize and springs bubbly babble
A name for love is life
Like a casket with no cement
Be guiltless in pleasure
How else could we measure
The value of leisure
Is natural as to decompose
Set and mended broken bones
Turn within to get back home
Remember the future? Now it’s something new
Butterfly effect in Schrodinger’s cosmic stew