The rustling of leaves,
The soft ticking of the clock,
The thunderous roar of lightening,
The crashing waves against rocks;
You can hear sweet symphony, when your ears are keen;
Jabbering mouths and wagging tongues,
Only succeed in making sounds obscene.
When you desire to retire,
From life’s routine satire,
Keep a distance from that blessed phone;
All you need is rest,
And you can do that best,
Away from its monotonous drone;
Do you wonder listlessly,
When finally you’d be free,
Of the weight that’s on your back?
Oh, don’t be so blue!
When you haven’t a damned clue,
Life may just cut you some slack!
Delve deeper into your existence,
And understand why you haven’t been strong,
To shun away worldly distractions,
You ought not to have taken this long!
Away from skyscrapers, And corporate alligators,
What you really need is a place to ‘belong’!
Don’t just dream of deserts and beaches,
While you wait in a traffic jam and your car screeches.
Get on the first flight to heaven!
A glass of champagne would do precious little to ease the
pain,
When you need to be on cloud seven!
So learn to have fun,
Even while you slog;
If you’re a dreamer, You’ll learn quick,
To go the whole Hog!! :)
