I was born for this Reflexes like a puss Even when I’m pissed

Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.

How do you reckon Your yearn for freedom With other’s feelings?

I think it’s just about time for m… Pack on up and head to the Great… Maybe if I sever all my human tie… My outer world will match the one…

Chose a path Not like the rest Takes a strength That can’t be matched But...

We were having the time of our liv… Two friends seeking joy We bonded over the basest things Doughnuts, kerosene, and Playboys

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.

I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do

The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely