~Kissing the Ceiling~
Just wait and see, for failure you’re bound,
He calls it home? A hole in the ground?
It gets no light, the paint is surely peeling,
You stand up straight, and bump into the ceiling!
Oh let them talk, I know where I am bound,
It’s nice and bright – our home beneath the ground,
The paint’s just fine, and overcome with feeling,
At break of day I rise, and kiss the ceiling!
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur