i turn on my radio my dessert
weather is good so i stay a bit
i'm listening to easy listening
i do refrain from early rocking
after i do some craving, eating
yes, this song 'dream weaver'
those series of popping sound
could be bubbles of your drinks
might be rapid eye movement
for me it is a path, a transient
i do wish i won't fall asleep soon
i have so many miles to go on
i look at the window i saw people
people rushing home with groceries
they're buying more vegetables today
bottles of water take a big space
mostly women are doing the buying
and of course in tow are children
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