Sometimes

Sometimes I think to myself,
If not this life, what would I be.
A vagabond musician perhaps,
Sleeping under a leafy tree.
Laying down to take my rest
My coat would be my bed
A knapsack for my pillow
Where I would  rest my head
Sometimes I think to myself,
If not this house, where would I be.
I would travel the earth over,
Glorious sights I would see.
The Grand Canal of Italy
Where gondolas glide silently
The arc de triomphe and eiffel tower
A feast for the eyes in gay Paree
Then I look and I see
The beauty that surrounds me
Ocean waves that crash against the shore
The red and gold leaves of fall
All of this and so much more
The love in faces I hold dear
Makes it all perfectly clear
The sometimes are right in front of me
If I open my eyes, I will see