Swing while I eat my musical pie with fungi
Drawing on emoticons of sarcophagi.
Visions of a clock with no hands
Dreams of an hourglass without any sand.
Running on empty through a labyrinth of torrential desire,
Falling into a wishing well of a reignited pyre.
Rolling in jam and musical honey!
Thinking of something that rhymes
While away this happy hapless sun drenched afternoon
Contemplating to stay until morning or noon,
Or is the day after tomorrow too soon.
There are reasons for reasons to play not toil.
So let’s not let hard work spoil the spoil!
Reasons to be cheerful!