Live Freely

Here I sit at work, bored and alone

it's times like these I could use a clone.

I'd be off to the ocean or some place warm

not looking back or thinking of home.

I'd find me a tall palm tree, and sit at it's trunk

with a drink in my hand.... trying to get drunk.

I'd sip the day away in the warm tropical sun

and get up occasionally for a bit of carribean fun.

I'd roam the island on my white stud of a horse

not forgetting to take my tall, foofy drink, of course.

I'd gallop the ocean side and kick up some sand,

then trot toward the sound of a steel drum band.

I'd be dancing the night away with some local girl

twisting and spinning... and trying not to hurl.

When the night is over I'd nest a place on the beach

feel the sea mist in my hair and taste the salt on my teeth.

What a dream come true, if at least just for me,

To feel really alive and living so free.