Just hanging out.
Nothing to do.
No one to see.
I enjoy music.
It's like reading,
but I can close my eyes and relax.
I hear the colors.
I feel the energy in every word.
It's escape without effort.
So I sit back and close my eyes.
Let the singers and music fill the world.
I forget all things, good and bad.
I can never get sick of a good song.
It can go over and over and over,
and I will only sing louder and louder.
Why not sing with me?
This is pleasure at it's best.
Let's forget the world and run away.
Music is as life-sustaining as blood.
It flows through my veins,
It makes me move and smile and laugh.
No, I can't play an instrument.
I can't sing well either,
But does that matter?
I sing and I dance.
Music is writing without a pen.
It's the poor man's gold.
It keeps me going when I'm down.
So there's nothing to do.
I have no one to see, no one to talk to.
I'm going to turn on the radio and listen.