I'm focusing on the mental,
the physical is so accidental.
My body is going down,
but my brain is flying around.
The old body is a drag,
but my brain prevents the sag.

Riding around in my automobile,
up goes the windows to prevent the chill.
Hope I don't get a flat tire,
triple A's around for hire.
Honk, honk, honk goes the horn,
watchout for that field of corn.

From day break to evening set,
it's best not to live in regret.
Find yourself wondering off,
smack that face hard and not soft.
Life is better lived with passion,
don't watchout the devil will fashion.

G