MoodChanges

I blame the moon. For being full of it. I wish the parents would take responsibility for their own behavior. I wish people would realize there's more to life than just living. There's dreaming...and that's where you really live. We all live within our dreams. With or in them. This is not a poem for wishful thinkers. This is a thought for wistful thinkers. I remember when I could dream without regrets. Remember when every dream was just a thought away? It's been so long. Since I've really dreamed. I used to dream about being free. Writing my heart out on chocolate covered backs...that's a poem in the makin. But first I gotta get over this hump. I think it's called Wednesday.