Hakuna Matata

No worry, no worries.
I take my time under the sun; I find my own place.
Hakuna matata.
Let the heavy load fall.
I hear the morning bird call, standing tall.
Let my wrist watch ticking on the wooden shelf.
Turn the screen face down, let the talk be myself.
Morning steam rising from an iron kettle pot,
Sipping black sweet coffee in the garden plot.
Man in a suit running fast for the train,