Sitting at home staring into space
looking all dazed an confused
I begin to zone out
The sounds of the television ,radio and the traffic in the street are all gone
An I find myself surrounded by a field or wild flowers with the sweet scent of strawberries
Thinking about what tomorrow can bring
Man I’m so relaxed
swinging under a tree back an forth on this ol’ kiddy swing
I stop an then jump off
An I run into the field
As I look to my left
I see a nice picnic set on the ground
Its set to perfection
Lemonade, sandwiches, chips the whole nine yards
not even a wrinkle in the blanket
All u hear is the sound or the wind blowing and the swaying of the tree’s setting off a nice calming rhythm that puts me at eases
I lay back on the blanket looking up at the sky
An fall asleep only to be awaken by reality
An once again I’m back at home waiting for the next time I can go back into my little quiet zone