Beatles.
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she’s gone.
Intermittently, my eyes habitually gaze down upon the little souls of people trying their utmost best to ascend to their fleeting existence, questioning the gods in the skies up high sometimes. Each and every one of these, attempting in vain to champion their own individuality over anyone else in this round unrelenting world.
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it’s time to sing along
When your day is night alone,
If you feel like letting go,
When you think you’ve had too much of this life, well hang on
