Sitting under tree
Having sweet biscuits and tea
Feeling Bourgeoisie
Sitting under tree
Having sweet biscuits and tea
Feeling Bourgeoisie
Always at same time
She sits and drinks her red wine
Blocking out her mind
Paddling canoe
In the Florida Everglades
The boy becomes man
Scorching hot asphalt
Reminds me of obstacles
Faced in my lifetime
Season over soon
We will have beach to ourselves
Start up Bar-B-Que
Walking to the edge
Overcome with emotion
She sat down and cried
Smoking my corn pipe
Sitting on the river bank
A fantastic life
Walking down alley
The man looks up to the moon
Screaming
We are fools
Do not be afraid
A man does not play small games
Mirror hides nothing
It’s nice getting old
Let youth chase after riches
I’m playing my flute
The elevator
Opens and closes its doors
Like the flow of life
Laying on the dunes
Looking up at the full moon
I begin to cry
Have you ever hurt
so much that you cannot breathe?
Why do we have hearts?
Laying in hammock
Between two coconut trees
My mind is at ease
Tick tock clicking clock
Age creeps up on all of us
Do not miss the bus
Hoisting main sail
Leaving harbor for unknown
I light my cigar
I’m a Gemini
Savoring all life’s pleasures
Until day I die
His world had changed
There was nothing to offer
He just walked away
He once had it all
His life was so easy
Then
Everything was gone
Turning ceiling fan
Writing in cheap Bangkok room
The heat consumes me
Spring flower blossoms
Youth and beauty will not last
Feast on the moment
The mind will play tricks
Anxiety has no friends
Keep the box healthy
The room is empty
No one is left to talk to
I turn off my mind