I dream about having a house by the water and not doing anything, not feeling ambitious, nor having the need to make money. Living a simple life filled with bliss and love...lots of love. Because in the end you wont remember the time you spent working in the office or cleaning the house. Climb those mountains, stare at those stars, and dream those dreams under the bluest skies.
Like an old guitar
Worn out and left behind
I have stories left to tell
They're of the healing kind
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