I've been contemplating the dreams that my starry-eye ideal thinks up at least 500 times a day. I am so glad they don't come true.
They go something like this:
Consider a passing thought or a dream. What would it be like if it came true? What would be different? What would be the same?
They go something like this:
Dream by the Hour
Butterflies and rainbows
Fall at my feet
The Leprechaun smiles
And lets go of his pot of gold
Inside each gold wrapper
Lay the smooth grip
of velvet chocolate
We are covered
in white daisies
Turning their faces
Toward the Sun
Chocolate melts
on our tongue
And you?
I've buried you in the daisies
Keeping you safe away
from the terrible joy
and horrible fun
Down we topple
To build a dream
by the next hour
Consider a passing thought or a dream. What would it be like if it came true? What would be different? What would be the same?
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