When you march to the beat of a different drummer,
And life deals you a hand and dares you to play.
As you waltz through this world your head in the clouds,
Sometimes the clouds tend to get in the way.

You see everything through those rose colored glasses.
The stars get in your eyes, and your head's in a whirl.
The destination's uncertain, but you know where you've been.
And the journey's been out of this world!

                                     By Charlotte Perry