The big fat cows with their milk-bellies sway.
With long loud moos they burp the milk away.
Predawn comes the milkman in his blue van.
Fills it in bottles for all to display.
The big fat cows with their milk-bellies sway.
With long loud moos they burp the milk away.
Predawn comes the milkman in his blue van.
Fills it in bottles for all to display.
To be where I want to be.
To say what I want to say.
To look like no one but me.
To act as the senses play.
To think without any guilt.
To do what I think is right.
To let no emotions wilt.
To not surrender to might.
When I hear those soulful rings-
I shall soar on eagle wings.
My heart wavers often times
but it beats with solemn pride.
Mind churns melodious chimes
for thoughts have nowhere to hide.
As fate rolls its cyclic dice
emotions flip and unlock.
To know the wise from the vice-
the soul sounds intuitive knocks.
Let the life-cards play their tricks.
I listen and read my ticks.