theres old mr scrooge out counting his gold
its a funny old life when a heart is so cold
do people enjoy it
seems strange to me
no offence is intended
the point i cant see
thers a sun in the heavens
and rain on your face
what riches can buy this or hope to replace
when your minds eye can open and see infinite grace
imagine a world where you can live your own pace
soar or stroll without worry or haste
through days that are endless
like warm summer sun
how real is our need
does it need to be done
id say there is plenty
for you and for me
if we only just took
the necessary
when your mind can imagine
what more could you ask
when what you perceive can surely enchant
so bollox to need
i take what i want
by planting that seed