I mean, really
how many times are you actually laying in a grassy field watching the clouds go by when all is right in the world?
I can't think of two times.
Besides... I always get bugs in my shorts
anyways
I mean, I'm content
Listening to snazzy music, in the most un-inspirational of places
but...
it's... all... good
great even.
It's never been better.
It's...
What I make of it.
I don't need the stars, the clouds, or the open fields
I can fly away
On my own