I’ve been far too well behaved, can’t have any fun. I think I’ll go out tonight, prowling for some. I’ll hit the streets, search the Bars. Troubles for sure, they won’t be far……..Perhaps I should just stay home. It’s safer here than when I roam…….
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She scares me, shakes me to the core. Like some kind of drug, I want more and more. Can’t help myself, that’s for sure. I’m not in love, not again. Though it seems like everytime, this is how it begins……….
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Easing in, after light. Evil voices in the night. Frightening children, dogs and cats. So stealthy, secretly. Exactly like that. Hidden meanings, untold acts. Dangerous reactions, conjured facts……
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Saving daylight, wasting moonlight. Changing timelines, like life. Interchanged, rearranged. Nothing remains the same. Adjust your clocks, change the hands. Save the sun, have some fun……
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One year passed, seems like yesterday. Couldn’t be a year, went by so fast. Our hearts still ache, you are missed so very much. Your words, wisdom and loving touch. We go on, make our way. Missing you each and every day……..
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winter is lingering, holding on tight….got me remembering, summer’s sweet sunlight ✨️…..
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Easing into this mellow day. Waiting for something, I can’t say. Anything, nothing at all. Dosen’t matter anyhow, I’ll wait patiently anyway. Clocks spinning new dreams, weaving new schemes. Adventures arrive, pleasure derived……..
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bright, bright red….black mask on his feathered head…..ready to fly, all systems go…..he has places to be, that nobody knows……
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Rushing back to the past, mind spinning, rolling fast. What’s the hurry? What you’ll find, you’ve known all the time. Nothings changed, it’s still the same. The past cannot be rearranged. It’s set in stone, can’t be undone. Ignore the bad, remember the fun……….
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Twirling, swirling, belting out a tune. Voice of an angel, heart of pure gold. Entrraptured ranch hands, cowboys and clerks, stand up clapping, on high alert. Out of place, one of a kind. The songstress from the East, driving them out of their minds. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, barmaids whisper, feeling mean. She’s stealing our men, taking what’s ours. We can’t have this, she’s gone to far. She must be stopped, for crying out loud……
Escape Reality 