• As I trudge this weary path
    My mind's on other things.
    I want to fly, be free and soar,
    On many-feathered wings.

    It won't take long to figure out
    A simple plan to use,
    But it will need a missing step,
    And so I must peruse.

    This is a wondrous life I live,
    With many things to do.
    The trouble is, it often seems,
    That much too much is new.

    I don't have time to do these things,
    I've hardly time for old,
    For life is short, it's often said,
    And ends in fearful cold.

    When I do try to proceed on
    In anything, it seems,
    I often find an obstacle,
    Part of humanity.

    But I observe that there is hope,
    For if my wish comes true,
    I'll fly above like no one else,
    And bid this world adieu.