The DayDreamer

by Peter Williams   Sep 30, 2005


Here I am walking down a street
The pavement hits my feet,
I can almost dance to the beat.
On the day when blue birds fly,
On the day when you fell from the sky,
You didn't even say hello when I said goodbye.
Through the rain and the fog,
My heart was jumping like a frog,
It was in my throat and there it clog.
That was a good day,
And in my heart it will stay,
Even when my life turns dark and gray.
The day felt right,
I slept through the night,
With no nightmares in sight.
When I woke up the next morning,
The clock went off without a warning,
And my life was still dull and boring.
Did I dream a dream?
Or did I see it on a movie screen?
I thought it would all change when I turned seventeen.
I thought I was losing my head,
I could've just stayed in bed,
As the talking talked and the saying said.
My mind is making no sense,
I am lost in my own pretense,
As it left me in suspense.
Here are my thoughts with no actions,
A battle fought with no factions,
Like a trailer in the coming attractions.
Why does my mind tease me so?
As if there was something for me to know,
I lost my confidence so long ago.
My heart is free,
Please hear my plea.
For if there's someone for you,
Then there must be someone for me.

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