I’d rather be making sweet harmony with
Hallie, Scarlet or
lovely Charleze.
Unfortunately,
They’re all out of
my league
Without any
promise of hope or relief.
I’d rather be
walking through
Fresh autumn
woods,
The canopy over me
vibrant and deep,
Emblazoned with
colors that
Only the seasons
can wake
From their sleep.
I’d rather be
wealthy,
All wishes replete
without
Worry of paucity
coming my way.
To be benefactor
to all those in need
And bring sunshine
to
Skies that are
gray.
I’d rather be
happy than any of these.
Though happy
exists (to a point)
In each one.
I’d rather be…
Rather be…
Rather “just” be
in the moment
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