Sitting under the willow tree, dodging the suns raise, relaxing in the shade,
The sound of the water from the canal trickling by,and the birds singing in all their glee,
I'm so relaxed and my minds at ease i feel as if I'm in my own little world.
Songs whistling through my mind of all emotions,first the down to earth ballad and then the head banging rock,
I begin to think about my past,present and future and i feel so good,
I've made mistakes but i tell me myself they made me who i am.
Part of me wishes i could spend every day like this, but if my life wasn't shaped this way,i wouldn't be sitting here, in my own little world.
I feel as if I'm in a painting, picture prefect, flowers blossomed, and not a cloud in the sky,
Why didn't I discover this before? it's everything i need,
It's where you can escape and be in your own little world.
It's just me myself and I, no-one can wreck this, whether i have no penny to name, I don't care,I'll have the pen to my paper, and now i know i can do anything,be anything, because I'm in my own little world.
