Any dream left untold is like a dream left unsold
Marketed to the next available reader, listener
Therapist, Psychologist or friend
I never meant to be like this a voice tells me remembering or not
Another voice says cheese taste much better fresh from the deli
It’s a shame you’re allergic to shellfish and not selfish.
Boogity. Boogity. Boo.
The brakes slam. The air bag deploys and everyone flees the scene of my dream except me
All alone to deal with consequences of constituencies of someone’s actions and I don’t know who.
My oh my what a wonderful day
Plenty of fish coming my way
“Eat up” you tell me “ It might be your last meal”
I am reminded of the days I have left so I count the days I have left behind me. Love is losing. Succeeding is failing. Fame and glory is poverty and anonymity
I know because I count the days I have left behind me.
I pay attention to some things Pigboy so crawls back in your mud
You have lived nothing but pain. I’ve seen beyond the rain. I’ve danced in sunshine and I may not be where anyone wants me to be including me but I have days to count of the past when and where I was happy. It brings a smile and a tear but I was something and I never know what’s down the line to tow.
Give me back my dreams.
Any dream will do.