At times when boredom strikes
I sit on my cushioned chair
And think, just think, about
Things that I want to occur

I think about being
On a sandy beach at night
The sky is filled with stars
The ocean's roar in my ears

I think of a garden
In the middle of deserts
Despite the boiling sun
Its flowers are still in bloom

I think of having wings
That will raise me to the skies
Where my soul will be free
I'll never want to get down

Oh the times I did think
Of those magnificent things
Was endless joy to me
If only they never end