As I slept on Noah’s ark
A voice spoke to me in the dark
It said, I am Don Quixote
He was in the shape of a coyote
As he howled at the moon
Windmills fell with their silver spoons
And all the bagpipes full of wind
Played for me as I was pinned
Under that sweet body of a dream
Jim Carrey helped me gleam
Twinkling like a star
He’s always near however far
If depression means I need deep rest
Then arrest me, I’ll feel blessed
As far as I can tell, R.E.M. prevails
And I constantly re-adjust my sails
Because, come hell or high water, I live the dream
Despite the knowledge, life isn’t always as it seem
Therefore, I just row, row, row the boat
Since that’s the only way I stay afloat
Besides, think it’s my turn to gloat
It might not seem so gentle down the stream
Since I’m dreaming to live while living to dream
But think of me covered in whipped cream
Just as the woman on Herb Alpert’s album
Much better than an algorithm!

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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