Musin’ on a lazy afternoon,
feelin’ content, pent up in your room.
There, your imagination roams unfettered;
thoughts are much lighter than a feather.
It’s the way you want it to be when
movin’ thoughts ’round in a curlicue.
Stewin’ over details scourges you.

In your mind there are lots of things to see;
that’s because you’re engaged in revery.
This kind of indolence just can’ be beat—
just musin’ on a lazy afternoon;
feelin’ contentment is such a boon—
go with the flow.

You’ll keep on wendin’ through neurons’ pathways…
got no time to be bothered by math’s ways.
Ain’t gonna go outside at all, all day.
Riflin’ pleasantly through thoughts expectantly.

Musin’ all alone inside your room,
seekin’ some conclusions to mushroom.
Whoa! Time go go!!

Movin’, guts…dump’s a must!