my very own place

i'll paint you a picture of the place i call my own with words.
i can see as far as you can imagine
i can run faster than the wind would care to blow
but i choose to take it slowly
there is nothing here that isn't mine
and yet there's nothing here i can define
the beautiful weight of chance and dreams
is the cover upon which i sleep and when i wake, the
sunshine is my drink.

you should be so lucky.