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the ups and downs of living
one minute fine and laughing
the next, convinced that i have somehow pissed another
person off
(which would not be a shock to me in the least)
up
we are speaking again
down
what the hell was that fo?
am i really such an idiot?
up
at least i still have my dreams
if nothing
or no one
else
down
why are dreams only achieved when one has money?
they are all iritated by me
i am conviced
of it
am i really so disjunct with reality
that i always am treading either to far in my own head
or am grating the wrong way on someone
always
always always
never going to be good enough
to just please them by being a free wisp
a wish on the wind
the true question the
is can i be happy without them?
i still have my daydreams
the world inside my head
those they cannot take from me
even if i go mad
that is what i shall go mad into
dreams
what better place to spend time
if only with friends in dreams
london was a dream
it took time
it took effort
it took more money than i will ever see again at one time
dreams
fluff
clouds
ups
things were on the high swing
downs
they have to come down
the ups and downs of life
the pendulum swing
tick tock goes the clock
wriathlike time drifts by on haunting melodies
the pendulum swing
dreams
fluff
clouds
and if they piss someone off
i really do not give a rats ass
they are my dreams
singularly mine
the figment of my hyperactive imagination
not theirs
not theirs
mine
to share if i wish
to take back
to keep
mine
not theirs
so here this wench goes
if i piss you off
unintentionally
then forgive and forget
it is what we all need to try do to more of
leave me to my blissful dreams
of magic and werewolves
elves and castles
and landscapes of such pristine beauty
they hardly seem real
but they are
part of memory
seeping
into 
dreams
i wont piss you off intentionally
unless i really cannot tell you to back off
any other way
but
in the prior case
show a little love
and i will show you plenty
and maybe
just maybe
you could cameo in one of my dreams
or i will share one with you
but remember
they are my dreams
not yours
singularly mine
the only thing i can say is so
something indestructable if i chose
my dreams
mine
not yours
mine
Posted: 2005-03-19 03:29:00 UTC

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