|In Baxter State Park - click to enlarge|
Photo: State of Maine, Dept. of Conservation
when the sun comes up and burns off the haze.
When the wind dies down and things are quiet,
and my mind stops racing like it's in a riot.
Someday when my vision becomes more clear,
and I can see things not only far but near.
Yeah, I'm going for a walk one of these day,
when I win the lottery, or learn not to play.
It might be today, maybe after seven,
when the sun comes up, it'll be just like heaven.