juice box and soda pop
and post modern electronic rock
and
all these various things
ringing  
through the halls of my dreams

where the memories
they slip and stack
and some come forth
and some push back but
in the end they'll return
for just,
one last look and I'll learn

about
all the things i never knew
were part of who i felt was true
i'll,
fin'lly see for myself
all these,
thoughts i've left on the shelf

like the

juice box and soda pop
and post modern electronic rock
and
all these various things
ringing  
through the halls of my dreams

but as
nostalgia loses its grip
and memories begin to slip
back
to where they reside
buried
deep down and inside

my mind
will refocus on the now
and point forward
deciding how to
carry on with my days
find my
way through maze after maze

and at
days end when I lay to rest
i almost always feel my best
when
i return to my mind
free to
take whatever i find

and its
only in my dreams i feel
that maybe afterall i'm real
and
descartes would agree
if i
said i think i was me

back to
juice box and soda pop
juice box and soda pop
juice box and soda

pop