I’m not rich
I’m actually poor 
but I’m happy 
which makes me 
one of the 
wealthiest guys around 

I guess I 
say what isn’t 
sometimes it floats 
others it dives
but speaking is
just its launch
and hearing well 
that its sky

Coffee’s still hot 
bed still warm 
both things waiting 
my little castle 
built up high
away from others 
oh I’ve tried 
their ways below 
but finally understood 
that all those 
don’t have ears
but all I
know is words 

Lost I guess 
set to sea
nothing terrible just 
paddling about the 
harbor in dingy
looking at sights
seeing some fish 
hearing the quacks 
then back to
shore I go
I guess wanderers 
will always wander 
if not far
then frequently near 

I wonder what 
driving a bus 
would be like 
at this hour 
early every day 
are people sleepy
kind or cordial 
cold and absent 
let’s play bus
you and I 
climb aboard passenger 
where’s your ticket 
here’s your coffee 
where to today 
right here okay