A novelist in his room, picturing a perfect vision; not much to do, as the music plays slowly on the television.
Lazy Sunday during the day, always a bliss; makes me want to stay, cause this is something I do not want to miss.
Thinking about the ways, the many ways to venture, and the many takeaways, where is your sense of adventure?
Show a guy a good time, good days like these, summertime heat creeps every night, give me muse or something to see.
Past novelist, past daydreamer; here I exist, always eager.
