Finding memories strewn along the river of life
Only they were not yours, but do you really care?
Remembering things that were almost true, but with a twist
Generating new recollections resonating inside your head
Echoing emotional reverberations
That fade to black as you wake up and begin to …
Making money used to be her main focus
If she didn’t add something to her banking account, she felt it was wasting her time
Leaving her weighing her friendships against the gold she was not making
Losing out on experiences due to hoarding time to use to make her stash dragonesque in scope
It took someone asking her what she was going to do when she finally had seven figures saved
Oh, she could let loose and buy some things, go on a dream vacation, or have an awesome party
Nothing would buy the memories and experiences she missed, that was her true accounting
Been promised that everything would be fine
Except that was never going to be true
That shouldn’t have surprised her
Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks
And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried
Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together
Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right
Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard. She spit on his grave.
“Look, it’s true what they say about… you know.”
“Except I don’t know. Please educate little ol’ me.”
“Not on your life! If you don’t know, well then all the better.”
“Good grief! Be a man and tell me.”
“That would be funny if it wasn’t so ironic.”
“How come? Telling me would be such a… small thing.”
When Mother Nature’s dandruff flakes cover the hard gray-brown ground
It makes me want to give her a shampoo that would help with her scalp condition
Now you might think that I’m being uncaring and callous
True, but I think not letting her know about her problem perpetuates all the negative
Everyone would benefit from her doing a little bit of hygiene
Really, it would make head and shoulders of a difference
Nothing like home, that is such a true phrase
Except Bruce considered his house was just a collection of sticks
So it surprised no one when he one day just migrated away and never came back
The pair of swallows that moved in next enjoyed it so much more
Always there was a distance between them.
Could be living on different coasts, but it wasn’t.
Really it happened even when they were in the same room.
Oh, if they could just figure out a way to cross the gap
Such that all their dreams could come true.
So it was a tragedy when they settled for the next best thing.
The lightning and thunder are at his command
His hand holding a spinning Mjolnir
Outside he looks like he is as calm as the eye of a hurricane
Reality was the true storm was raging inside
What would I do if I found a genie in a bottle?
I would ask for three simple things.
Something that would make you smile, something to make you think, and something to give you peace.
Hope by you reading this some of it came true.
“Focus on the cornucopia of sweetness in front of you”
“Really dude? It’s like oranges, bananas, and like coconuts.”
“Unless you learn to see the totality of sweet vitamins and minerals you will be lost in carbs”
“Isn’t that stuff loaded with carbs? Like, that’s why it’s sweet, dude.”
“That may be true. Can I interest you in a zucchini?”
“Stay far away from me with that thing. You might poke an eye out.”
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