Hippie

Because I refuse to cut off all my long greasy hair
Because I get lost in the way that a cat can just stare
All day long
Beauty, perfection immeasurable, this is life's song

Oh, I don't care

I am in love with the mountains, the ocean, the air
The eyes that I peer through, the sharks and the dogs and the bears
Anything that's ever lived is pure magic to me
It's too much to handle, it's too much for this old hippie

So don't say I don't care

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Saturday, Sunday
January, February, March, April, May
June, July, August, September
October, November, December
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Saturday, Sunday