Dream on

I'm running through my favorite woods

the empty woods

the rustic, non-paved trail-kind of woods

where dogs may poop

but their owners i rarely see

where i've seen a hawk fly off 

with a scared-to-death squirrel

in its talons

a woods of death for small animals

my favorite place to run and hide

when my pandora gives me aerosmith

dream on

ugh, not into seventies rock

but today

I'm indifferent

in a hurry

no time to wait 

for pandora to shuffle

endlessly

while i run to silent beats

so i listen to the words of

dream on..

"Every time that I look in the mirror

All these lines on my face getting clearer

The past is gone

It went by like dusk to dawn

Isn't that the way

Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

Yeah, I know nobody knows

Where it comes and where it goes

I know it's everybody's sin

You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life's in books' written pages

Live and learn from fools and from sages

You know it's true

All the things you do, come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the year

Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear

Sing with me, if it's just for today

Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Dream on, dream on, dream on,

Dream until your dream come true

Dream on, dream on, dream on,

And dream until your dream come true

Dream on .... "

and pretty soon

this crazy lady

you know the one

is running down the path

stumbling over tree roots 

air-guitarring

air-drumming

and

air-screeching and wailing

steven tyler-style

yes we all have these fools and sages

in our lives

trying to tell us

what to do

how to live

and i can't take any more

for unless you have...

lived as many years as i have..

are also this crazy mix of 

too much creativity 

with no focus to aspire in any one area...

too much energy one moment 

and dying of lethargy the next...

blissful like cheesecake one day

and rotten as rabid slugs the next...

extremely particular and stubborn about what i like

yet so painfully wishy-washy

and eager to please

 that i let others choose for me...

as kind and sweet as a kitten 

when we meet

but ready to slam your face into a fence post

if you make me mad...

a huge, huge, huge, huge, huge dreamer

of Big Dreams...

if i could just get out of this rut i'm in...

passionate about God

but with the self-control 

of a flea on a stinky dog..

unless you are all these things...

guess what..

come closer,

no, closer..

ear to the screen...

YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND!!!!!!

so sing it steven..

half my life..

written in stacks of diaries and blogs..

we all have our dues to pay..

(i'm paying them..)

these things come back to you, 

yes they do..

but i will dream on. dream on. dream on. dream on.

(scream it at your highest octave now..

DREAM ON...DREAM ON...DREAM ON...DREAM ON...

AHHH-AHH-AHH-AHH-...)

ahhh. another good run.

oh & caution: look out for crazy lunatics running screaming through the woods.