In the midday hour, confusion sets in

Like clockwork, the tune sends me there

To offer me, a glimpse of Eden

Or is it like, the apple in the garden

They say it is a long road to happiness

But are there pit stops along the way

To hang your hat, and smell the flowers

How can I tell when I’m there

There is a place, when I can focus

Though only few, really understand

Maybe I’m a dreamer, to a fault

But it’s the cards that I was dealt

Too long things left unsaid

Makes the option too complex

You’d have to be there all along

And care enough to hear this song

So get it out, any way you can

It doesn’t matter after all

Or maybe its, the only thing in life

That really does after all

They say it is a long road to happiness

But are there pit stops along the way

To hang your hat, and smell the flowers

How can I tell when I’m there

J. Anatrella: Electric and background acoustic guitars,