Bohemian song

I can see a huge grin on the clouds

But they are dancing in my eyes

I wouldn’t call myself blind

If you don’t see the world as I do.

Bohemian colored pencils giggle nonstop

Even the bumps on the walls laughs

I’m told they don’t have power of movement

But how did this ever happen?

A restless girl has come again for visit

I know she won’t stay too long

I’m too stubborn to heed to her need

But she’s comes in this hour of bliss.

I am moving free to the summer winds

Like the leaves and the trees

For a moment I’m free and I sway

To the air that’s more powerful than me

Watching the world just the way it is

There’s nothing there to change

Through all the imperfection and disease

The bohemian sun makes it the other way.

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