Author: Dino Hi
As I stare at the big dark black galaxy
My mind is confused, sight of smoke, like hair gray
Eyes can't focus, going from gray, to alert red
I pace, walking back and forth, just searching
The deeper I look, the more it drives me insane
Seeing deep water blue, till I'm sick, turning canteen green
I want to feel like a king, like a king in a cab
Drink V-8 juice, have muscles of three hundred horses
The strenght to pull, nine thousand five hundred pounds
To move mountains, that's what I want
Yet I sit here confused, eyes tired, still staring
At that big dark galaxy black, kingcab Titan truck
Someday, someday, maybe Sunday!
Changing mind, for the fully loaded red brawn, instead
------- Author's Notes -------
If there is a Santa(wife), and dreams come true. Somehow it's parked in my driveway. Ka-Ching! Ka-Ching!
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Capricorn (126.96.36.199) -- Wednesday, December 29 2004, 02:01 am|
You have a great imagination Dino. I thoroughly enjoyed the read
|Dino (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, December 29 2004, 06:01 am|
Just thought I try something different. Touch all bases if I can. This is a good place to dream. I like the name of this place. Dreamers reality. Where we all share our thoughts. I appriciate your comment Cap. Let's drive on!
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