words on a holiday
of my invention
everything is blurry
focused on time that’s gone
time yet to come
a ship, a plane, a walk in the park
some of the joys i imagine
to experience
before my life is gone
nothing fancy
except the girl of my dreams
it’s unbelievable
i found her
no more dreams are necessary
but dream i still do
of her
again
and
we tell jokes late into the night
floating in bliss
the past was not like this
the past isn’t something i miss
most of the time
but today will be passed
soon enough
it’ll be gone
another one down
another one bites the dust
just like iron turns to rust
and tomorrow will be now