paving your own road
hoppin like a toad
cuz doing what you're told
it's like taking a beating
 

keeping what you find
squeezing your own line
weaving your own rhyme
without needing a reason

happy to stare at the fly on the ceiling
and the spider on the shelf
poaching your pears in a quart of apeelings
and waging whatchoo wealth
truthing your dare just to feel the feeling
it feels just fine
 

chilling the breeze and super soaking the sun
naming the trees and rolling with the rays and the stones
till the day is done
 

happy to stare at the fly on the ceiling
and the spider on the shelf
poaching your pears in a quart of a peelings
and a waging what you wealth
truthing your dare just to feel the feeling
it feels just fine