WELL I’LL TAKE STOCK OF THAT

I want to fly

Why am I not flying?

Soaring the salmon sky

I want to dream the dream

which dream were invented for

Let the room fill with jazz once more

You can never fully love

if you’ve never been loved completely

But man Oh man

you can always give it a shot

Hope is to escape the cage

Dreams to make life meaningful

Dread to keep you on your toes

The past mimics progress

And that’s the way it goes