All this free time on my hand makes me go out of my mind
So with nothing to do decided to write this timeless poem
where it leads quite unknown
Take this time make a rhyme, broke without a dime
yet the world is mine
All this free time gliding by me, its true
I really need somethin to do
Solitude man, thrown away his plans,
have been told you need to set goals
All the goals I have set, have been met
so what can I do
With all this free time, will fill the
world with rhyme
after all, all this free time is
all mine