When night falls
and no-one's near
i'll start to dream of
rolling hills and
strawberry fields
reminiscing childhood memories
wondering where i go from here
wishing there's someone
to wonder along with me
or just share inane stories
nevermind if they dont
make this world any more logical
than what it is
for logic and reason
just kills childlike tendencies
someone to talk to me
oops I mean talk with me
with implies talk connectedly
it's alright if we sometimes hit
and sometimes miss
as long as we say it like it is
with a child's simplicity and honesty
exchange poems and little titbits
share the beauty of art, music virtually
sometimes perhaps do
absolutely nothing
but shilly shally....
