“Memory drives. Wingbeats rise.
This is where the soundtrack swells.”
SOUNDTRACKS AND WINGBEATS
Sometimes my mom and dad visit me.
We talk.
We hug.
We say, “Let’s go for a drive.”
So, my pop takes the wheel,
As we drive to survive—
Through time and space of life,
Alternate realities of time
And space
We live every day.
We wake up every day.
We go to sleep every day.
I go to sleep to dream of an adventure
With friends as we walk through the dream world
Of projection, vapor, and magic.
Only I fall back to sleep—
To be sitting in the same car,
With the same friends.
We are moving slowly,
Then the car has wings—
And we fly.
Over the cars,
Across the mountains.
Then we landed the car on the beach.
We step out of the car,
To walk through the sand,
Across the land.
The dream ends
As I kiss my lover
Under the cover.
There we are
Together forever.
We kiss.
We sigh.
We love our life,
At night,
As we dream together forever
In our mystical movie dreams.
Then I wake up
The sun is shining.
The bird is tweeting.
And I am alone again
In my reality, 2025.
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