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It's the same old story, the same old line.
It seems that everything is ok, everything is fine.
Something is disturbing about this quiet peacefulness.
This warmth and relaxation makes me restless.
Awake me from this dream, release me from my slumber.
Free me and tear this nightmare asunder!
I am wild and uninhibited, an element,
Not meant to be bereft in confinement.
I am meant to soar over land and sea,
I am meant to be free.
So give me a match for this dreamy haze,
I'll set this nightmare ablaze.
Light the match and watch it burn.
Now in this dream it's your turn.
Rise of the Phoenix...
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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