Looking at the world 
through rose coloured glasses. 
As the winds and clouds roll by.
Like thoughts and ideas,
they make smooth passes. 
My feelings;
like dots in the sky.

Surrounding yourself pleasantly 
is difficult sometimes. 
The flowers and the trees, 
are not always in rhyme. 
My expectations are like chimes, 
in what a world finds fair. 
So different is the light 
that my daydreams share.