While in this place, there’s only joy.
No thoughts are here, no scheme or ploy.
I am what is, right here, right now.
Found this place easy, but don’t know how.
And when I leave, I won’t come back.
Until my trying, starts to lack.
The feel of grass, upon my feet.
Makes me the type, I’d like to meet.
So meek and mild, in life alone.
No reason that, I must atone.
I’d take you there, If I could.
To enjoy, I know you would.
If you don’t force, you’ll soon arrive.
And then you’ll start, to come alive.
But now you’re here, so I must go.
And to life’s pain—I say—hello.