The random wanderings of an empty mind,
Take me,on a journey queer
To know and feel,what i’ve never seen
To places far and near…

I remember the past, like celluloid strips,
And sometimes create some stories new
I feel like I’m the master of the ship,
But I knew not how the winds blew…

I think of stories, and poems, and more
And yet I don’t know why,
I somehow feel maddened to the core
And I feel my mind run dry…

Oh, ’tis good to be working hard,
To perspire, to feel the sweat upon my brow,to stand tall,
And bask in the glory of just reward
But now that i think it feels much better, to not have to work at all…