Walking through the lonely park
Passers by glance and give a nod
And there seems to be no one in sight
Everyone is so happy and shining
Sun glints off newly dew wet leaves
Some of the plants seem to be withering
And the path is beaten from regular wear
My boots are soaked from the wet grass
Fish jump from the pond near the path
There seems to be nowhere good to swim
I decide to finish my walk and head back
The path comes to an end at the parking lot
My car seems to have a semi-flat tire
I get on my bike and ride away
The Beatles play over the radio
Mud fly’s from my tire to my back
