The stale smell of sweat in the summer air.
How we could come along without any care.
Passing the time with our work and play.
Wondering what we're going to do today.
Go bask in the ever lovely sun
and go out looking for fun.
Passing out under the night sky
and looking for a new way to fly.
Silent in the morning to wake
and when it comes to cooking you like to bake.
You pass the time under your own conclusion
that we're all just some brains illusion.
So before you go and tune me out and channel surf
just know, don't play in the grass if it's really turf..

06/20/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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