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Ballad Of The Flower Child
I met her in the meadow
Hair down to her knees;
Oh please!
Learn some professionalism
Earn some modesty
You look like a mess
Quite honestly.
I saw her again today
She was in the cafe
Flower in her hair
Matching her espresso
Stuck in the past
Grow up child!
And do it fast.
I visited the art museum last night
The girl was there.
Wild unkempt hair.
Staring at the nudes.
Am I too shrewd?
No. I am right.
And that's the story of last night.
The weekend has arrived.
I spent the night at a bar.
I saw the girl drinking a daiquiri
And I cannot understand it
For the life of me
How can she stand to look like that
This is a world of business
She must be fearless
Back to work today
Back in my cubicle
I worked overtime
Its fine.
I'm fine.
I enjoy my job.
I ate out this evening
She sat at another table
I see her everywhere
I see her in the morning
I see her on the street
I see her at the Restaurant
I see her when I eat
I went to the meadow today
She was having a bite
An apple as red as her lips
She was quite a sight
with a flowery dress on her hips
When will I see her again?
I saw her again this morning
Should I say hello?
I'm not very interesting.
Maybe I should just go.
She's not good for me.
I'm a man of business.
She lives to be free.
I went to a baseball game
Took the day for myself
And then she came
She sat nearby
She was so beautiful
Time flew by
I missed the game.
I think I want to meet this girl
She lives to be free
I live in my office
I work day and night
Oh! But what is it about me
That she would want to see?
Back to work today
Back in my cubic cell
Droning on over a computer
How long it's been I cannot tell
Working to the same old tune
But I do know one thing
I gotta get out of here
I gotta get out of here soon
I saw her again this morning
I see her in my dreams
I see her in my coffee
I see her in my cubicle
I want to break free
I need to meet her
I spoke with the girl today
She plays music
I must have bored her
She sings songs
I know I bored her
I won't talk to her again
I guess it's come to an end
She spoke to me!
I did not expect this! Never!
She wants me to follow my dreams
I'm bursting from the seams
There is a problem, however
She wants me to follow my dreams.
What dreams?
I visited the art museum once more
I went to the same exhibit as before
I soon got to thinking
I checked the nudes
I thought they were improper
My family is a bunch of prudes
I wish I could talk to her
But I haven't found my dream
I cant return with nothing
I'd be a failure
Maybe she doesn't want to see me
Maybe this is her scheme
Back to work today
I have returned to my hell
This place is a jail cell
I think I should quit
But where then would I go?
Where could I go?
I'll keep working in the meantime.
I asked her how she does it.
I asked how she lives for herself
She said to find my passion
Do what I love
Take my hobby and make a guess
This has caused me a lot of stress
Back to the art museum
I never realized how beautiful it is
I wish I could paint.
I don't want to wait.
Why can't I paint?
That's it! I found my passion!
I think I'm going to faint.
It was open mic night at the bar
She sang a song about love
Her voice is so beautiful
She's going to be a star
She must be out of my league
I won't make it very far.
I'm taking art classes now
I'm not very good.
Maybe I should just quit.
I'll keep painting for now.
Tomorrow is another day.
Maybe I'll find another way.
Back to work today.
I decided I've had enough.
I'm quitting my job.
I'm going to do it! I will!
I'm done waiting!
I'm taking life into my hands!
I'll clear out my cell
And exit this boring hell.
Oh my god I quit.
I'm terrified! what will I do?
I feel like a giant failure.
My life depends on this art class.
I must pass.
Time has passed.
The classes have ended.
I have really come into my own.
I grew a love like I've never known
I see her again today
What will she say?
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