Uma

Many people tell me not to smoke
Many people tell me not to do this,
and not to do that
and not to do, thou
what shall I do?
shall I mind these voices
back in my forehead
in front of my neck
burning my eyelashes

Is the future bright, so I gladly
face the clouds and
blow'em out of the sky
and the sun shines brightly
as we sing this song

And all ties loosen up
We'll join minds
of wide sentence
of likely thought

I feel like
I've been mugged and
I mugged you too
so, I'll forget about it all
and I'll try to begin to
love you
and to care about you
and to care about you