When he walks the city streets In the days and the nights Oh, how his mind wanders. When he lays his head back Arms folded, holding it With eyes wide open, He’s pondering Even when grabbing forty winks, He never fails to dream. They say he’s just a lazy wannabe artist But no one sees he’s busy all the time Amassing information for a masterpiece Which can only be mastered by time. ©
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