Holiday

Time is new wine, ‎I wish to wine when it's new, ‎Dine as it's hot, ‎And fly on eagle's wings. ‎ ‎Hush the tiding, ‎For labour's days are drawn to a close, ‎Lazy feelings are felling all round, ‎Can't I help it, for I'm lost to rest. ‎ ‎All Earth's places are fun to be, ‎But some days are stout and others tall, ‎But I confine still in nothing to do, ‎Whether still I be where I wish or not, I forget not my labour away. ‎ ‎Music notes and movies screen, ‎All to fill my lazy mind, ‎Do to please my famished wishes, ‎I see not all I wish come true. ‎ ‎Being at bay, ‎Is not all freedom, ‎Truest rest