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We jump over the moon
Before sitting in the shed
Speaking of our past
And the lives we have led
*
We swing across the vines
After leaving our home
Speaking of our future
And suddenly we're in Rome
*
The way it jumps around
Seems quite peculiar
Like the day we left school
And walked to the jeweler
*
That day surely went quick
A blur across the photo
Running to the courthouse
And flew off to Kyoto
*
It's almost as if our life
Came out of a dream
With all the obscenities
And all of our schemes
*
But soon I awaken
To see it isn't my life
My drool splatters the pillow
And I have no wife
*
I went to three countries
All in my sleep
But hope to find the day
Those dreams are to keep
About the Creator
KB
A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
Comments (1)
Enjoyed the lyricism in this poem, looking forward to more of your work!