Rain man hears the sounds of a distance melody. ” Could it be?”
You think back to 78- Disco, #Coke , Studio 54, Blizzards of Biblical proportion; wondrous experimental sexuality.
Down by the old oak tree I was under the other day; I try to rest my restless mind, reminiscing on beautiful, touching memories that could wait no longer to rise to the SURFACE .
Water, flowing fields within a divine color green; I smile inside, deep down to the core; ( That’s were it goes.)
I am finally starting to recognize that this is all a dream; No more reality. THIS IS A DREAM, to be shaped anyway I see fit.
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