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**** I forgot what I was going to write

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Licorice and lavender and lazy afternoons
On a beach to nowhere in a sea of red balloons
Cotton candy carousels that spin so ever slow
Everywhere is anywhere if you would like to go

Silly putty patterns in a shade of tangerine
Violins and cellos hold so tightly to the string
Daffodils in dancing shoes across the valley flow
Everywhere is anywhere if you would like to go

Puzzles painted purple play a perfect polished part
Rivers made of chocolate and the places that they start
Midnight moons now mingle with the fireflies aglow
Everywhere is anywhere if you would like to go

Pizza pies and railroad ties and cherries jubilee
Silhouettes at twilight in the shapes we’ve come to see
Sidewalks on the mountaintops that ramble through the snow
Everywhere is anywhere if you would like to go

A tiny leaf, a strong belief that spring does now arrive
The summer breeze, magnolia trees and lonely roads to drive
Shadows of the evergreens upon the ground to show
Everywhere is anywhere if you would like to go

Caramel connections in a sweet and gooey mess
Secrets and forsythia, a yellow summer dress
Skipping pebbles on the water three times in a row
Everywhere is anywhere if you would like to go

Peanut shells and wishing wells and taxi cabs to hail
Paper airplanes folded twice through aqua skies to sail
City streets and movie seats and popcorn we can throw
Everywhere is anywhere if you would like to go

Any day is everyday if you are here with me
Sunny skies and butterflies abound for us to see
Take my hand and understand that I do love you so
And everywhere is anywhere if you would like to go

Draped like a long forgotten shawl
my dreams lie in my mind, covered with a caul.
No second sight was afforded my disillusionment,
my deluded, discarded dreams.
Brittle decaying hope.
Tattered remnants of youthful vigour cling vine like
to my mind. Was I ever that happy?
Or is that an illusion also.
Born of the caul, as a charm to be deemed unable to drown,
so, that's why I failed.
I watch my past on fast forward, skipping to the present.
Strange word present, meaning: the here and now, or a gift.
My dreams are nightmares, my present is no gift.
My nightmares are the gifts of my present