I'd like my thoughts to leave me be
An hour or two; enough for me
To climb a mountain, feeling free
While sitting in my chair

I'd like the clock to stop its hands
To hinder pending life's demands
As I discover Egypt's sands
While having not a care

I'd like pure silence; not a sound
A tranquil place where I'm not found
So I may walk on peaceful ground
While I thank God, in prayer

Just golden moments, only mine
No worries there for me to pine
A treasured feast on which I'd dine
A gem is best when rare