i imagine my life
in a quiet home
with flower boxes on the windows
and wind chimes tinkling softly
in a sweet summer breeze
i imagine the southern coast of italy
the birds chirping hello, hello
i stand on my balcony
from my tiny second story house
i breathe in the smell of freshly baked bread
and watch the children playing in the street
the sun warm on my face
and my palms up to the sky
reaching, reaching
this is the good life
