Where troubles melt like lemon drops, high above the chimney tops that where, you’ll fiiind me! I can’t stop day dreaming. All day, every day for so long. I dream of owning a piece of country land and moving away to the mountains to build my own home with my two hands. I dream of growing enough vegetables to feed an entire community in my very own front yard. My dogs would have an area to run and frolic. I would hunt animals with my bare hands and treat illness with home grown herbal remedies. I could build a cob forge for metal crafts and fish in my free time in the nearby stream. There would be no need to go to work, no house payments, no bills. Just solar, green and home grown. I’m so close. It feels so far away.