Cast away on a deserted island
An idea that's rather regular
Old and worn, classic in time
Yet it's a fantasy of mine
To be in open, clean air
With tough skin and crazy hair
No need to worry
Because you're past the point
Of silly everyday preoccupations
The subsistence living
Sun and toned body
Truly seeing the moon at night
More education in a year
Than you get from school in five
With a fresh, innocent nakedness
The first time you truly live
The first time you truly appreciate
All that the world has to give
The ocean as your constant soundtrack
The lingering scent of sweet coconut
As much sleep as needed
And a reason to laugh
To love with every lasting second
And paint the spirit with
The colors of the sunset