Sitting on a park bench
On a breezy day
Listening to music
While pondering life’s mysteries.
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.
Just then,
I see a piece of paper
Flying with the breeze.
I smile.
Now it all makes sense.
Sitting on a park bench
On a breezy day
Listening to music
While pondering life’s mysteries.
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.
Just then,
I see a piece of paper
Flying with the breeze.
I smile.
Now it all makes sense.
