I think it's done. It wrote itself backwards. You say I lack solemnity, That life's, to me, just a game. I just can't see dodging the Sun, That I might be ready for rain. You may denounce me a dreamer, Label me loser and fool, I just think folks should be happy, Not factory workers and tools. You think I'm certified loony, I might be right, but who cares? Morals won't fit in a spreadsheet, And ethics won't buy any shares. Me, I'll just follow my Moonbeams, Playing my games in the Sun, Stand here my ears filled with wonder, The true magic's in the song.