As I lay supine on desert sand
the happiest creature in this world of Man
I look up and spy the sky
Oh vaulted roof! - My room tonight!
With blinking stars for a canopy
nothing more I need for me
For a bed I have the softest sand
king-size? double? - as vast as this land!
For entertainment: memories like a butterfly
captured in the tide - the tide of life
For a lamp: the full moon held aloft
See! casting a beam, silvery soft
For water I have the stream besides
that ripples, and gurgles. Woe betide,
that ripples, and gurgles. Woe betide,
the traveller - who dreams - all alone
of women, and riches, he'd rather own
...and see's nothing of treasures laid bare
in front, above - Oh! Everywhere!
Speak not of things you do not own
love life
let live
let live
and never moan!
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