paid the bills, no money left over only dreams of being in the clover contemplating what to do when I win the lotto you just wait has been my motto
dreams with no action never work believing in good luck is just a quirk to put that cherry on the banana split maybe tomorrow I’ll get around to it
what’s not to enjoy about living glad to multiply the joy by giving having a family by birth or by choice just too many reasons to rejoice
do we really need a reason for being what if we all were just dreaming forget the questions, let your soul soar know that happiness is rewarded by more
the old town clock rang in the hour what was I doing up at three in the morning a ghostly sound from atop of the tower an omen, was it the specters fair warning
a mist blew in from across the bay adding an echo to the eerie sound moonlight made everything appear a whitewash grey a distant foghorn was heard in the background
the smell of salt water hug in the air the senses aroused made my hair stand on end muscles tensed, awaiting a scare at that moment I needed a friend
the alarm was loud, the fog slowly lifted hate those dreams that are so totally vivid
ME and the Boss Poetry 