Train tracks.
So long since I've visited.
Overgrown and forbidden entry way.
Soiled branches and littered ground.

But still the same memory.

Hear the rattling of the steel.
"Wave your hand!"
Toot-Toot

The old man laughs.

Clarinet man sits
Upon a New York cloud
Watching all the bustling
As his music plays so loud.

He watches over his children
Watches his family grow so old
He wonders if they remember
All the stories he has told.

"Of course they do," he says
Slaps his knee with his fist
"For they have my soul with them,
I am the moth among the mist."

He feels a nudge upon his back
Stops and turns to see
His good old friend Benny say,
"Come play a tune with me!"

Back to back
They faced each other
Put their instruments to their lips
And harmonized with one another.

As he is playing
Clarinet man is able to see
The best things in life
They are all free!!!!!

It's that time.
Escape!
To that corner of my imagination, dreams...

Fire

Reminisce with all my Creative Ones.
Meet Them at my mind's doorstep.
The welcome me with o-pen a-r-m-s.
I can't wait for what's in store ^__^

Sitting on the ***
Want to smoke some ***
Grow pretty flowers in a ***
Eat soup straight from the ***
Top*** now! Just..Top***!!