Clear, like a cloudless sky,
the calendar’s empty space beckons, saying
“Free time, free time”
A day to use as you wish —
read or sleep or go out playing
Free time, free time
Nowhere to be, nothing
that has to be done; just look at all that
Free time, free time
Get lazy, lay on the couch,
eat a bundle, and try to get fat
Free time, free time
But they say, “TANSTAAFL” —
“there ain’t no such thing as a free lunch”
And your days are numbered,
although it seems you still have a bunch
So, while there’s no rush,
and it’s not healthy to be in a hurry
Make sure that you don’t allow
your dreams to grow blurry
in your
Free time, free time