Just Like Anything - Jackson C. Frank

Just like anything, to sing, to sing, to sing

Is a state of mind

Sunlight dances slowly on a drum beat’s broken rhyme

I speak in answers only to see them in my mind

If I had a penny, I’d throw it in the sea

To see if it would float away or grow a penny tree

I play the fool of rhythm, to speak of what is sane

I never think of singing to those who feel the same

See how high the rain falls, see the color in my hair

Hunt for golden porridge bowls, hear the paper tear

Just like anything, to sing, to sing, to sing

Is a state of mind

Death gives no reason, so why should I

Death has no season, so I know I’ll never die

Just like anything, to sing, to sing, to sing

Is a state of mind