Catalina's Milky Way Dreams(c) Re- Written 2024 - By The Depressed Poet, Doc Dalton
Shooting Stars and fast moving CarsRumble through the roads of my mindTick-e-ty Tock, the old sounds of the clockSay's it's almost a quarter past nine
The moons surely rising, the stars are a glidingAnd Mr. Sandman is ready to roamHurry off to bed and put your pillow under your headHe might just be visiting you tonight at homeDrifting off to sleep is such a wonderful featAdventures you'll enjoy on your ownMaking new friends on a journey to no endA secrete life that is yours all aloneDon't be afraid of those gobble lee goo'sOr those pirates drifting to sea on their boatsThere's no need to worry there just in your dreamsLike rainbow clouds and cotton candy floatsOh that sky's full of colors of make believe wondersExciting every step of the wayCan't you let me stay for just a little bit longerPlease, don't take my Dreams a wayTo see this through a child's eyesOn the path to where stars brightly beamThrough a different world of twist and twirlsWon't you come to my Milky Way DreamsWe could have so much funUnder an ice cream sun and laugh our time awaySing some M & M songs the whole day longUntil we awake to brand new day
Pluto say's hey kiddo don't get out of bedAs Snakel Puss laughs and says, ah it's OKKKKKKKKPopeye yell's, were gone in a minute after I eat me spinachPoo say's all aboard my Banana Split SleighOh that Sky's full of colors of make believe wondersExciting every step of the wayCan't you let me stay for just a little bit longerWorry not Catalina, we won't take your Dreams a way
To see this through a child's eyesOn the path to where stars brightly beamThrough a different world of twist and twirlsWon't you come to my Milky Way Dreams
Catalina say's, please come join me, on my Milky Way Dreams
The world moves so damn fast that most people never notice their own lives slipping past them. Cars rush by. Trains thunder through the city. Strangers pass one another without a second glance, never realizing they are all racing against the same clock. The noise alone is enough to overwhelm the mind - sirens screaming, engines roaring, voices echoing from every direction until you can barely hear the thoughts inside your own head. Yet somehow, beneath all that chaos, the city breathes with an energy that pulls you closer. Even the smells become intoxicating - food from corner stands, rain on hot pavement, smoke curling through alleyways, liquor spilling from bars that never truly close.
Among it all live the hustlers, the con artists, the addicts, the dealers, and the street walkers. Broken people. Dangerous people. Lost souls searching for something they may never find. Yet for reasons you cannot explain, you fall in love with the vibe of it all. The uncertainty. The edge. The feeling that anything could happen at any moment. The streets pull at your soul with equal parts excitement and danger, fifty percent temptation and fifty percent destruction. Still, no matter how hard you try, you cannot resist the calling of the street.
Then nighttime arrives, and the city transforms into something entirely different. The same streets remain, but the feeling changes completely. Darkness magnifies everything. The chaos becomes louder. The excitement becomes addictive. The nervousness crawls beneath your skin like a warning you choose to ignore. Shadows move through alleyways. Deals are whispered behind buildings. Neon lights flicker against faces worn down by life, addiction, and survival. Every corner hides another story, another tragedy, another temptation waiting patiently for someone weak enough to follow it. And still, you stay, because the streets have already wrapped themselves around your heart.
The streets do not simply surround you - they consume you. They take your mind, your judgment, your body, and eventually your soul. They make you forget who you once were before you wandered too far into their grip. By the time the early morning hours arrive, the city feels haunted. Exhaustion hangs in the air like smoke. The silence between the sirens feels heavier than the noise itself. Some people have survived the night, while others have lost pieces of themselves, they will never get back.
There is something almost impossible to explain about those early morning hours. The flashing lights, the distant shouting, the smell of cigarettes and concrete soaked by the night before - all of it creates a strange understanding inside you. A dangerous awareness. The streets can break a person in a single moment, leaving confusion, addiction, and emptiness where hope once lived.
And once the mayhem gets inside your blood, you carry a problem few people will ever understand. Because no matter how much damage it causes, no matter how much pain it leaves behind, there is nothing else in this world, quite like giving yourself over to the calling of the street.
Among it all live the hustlers, the con artists, the addicts, the dealers, and the street walkers. Broken people. Dangerous people. Lost souls searching for something they may never find. Yet for reasons you cannot explain, you fall in love with the vibe of it all. The uncertainty. The edge. The feeling that anything could happen at any moment. The streets pull at your soul with equal parts excitement and danger, fifty percent temptation and fifty percent destruction. Still, no matter how hard you try, you cannot resist the calling of the street.
Then nighttime arrives, and the city transforms into something entirely different. The same streets remain, but the feeling changes completely. Darkness magnifies everything. The chaos becomes louder. The excitement becomes addictive. The nervousness crawls beneath your skin like a warning you choose to ignore. Shadows move through alleyways. Deals are whispered behind buildings. Neon lights flicker against faces worn down by life, addiction, and survival. Every corner hides another story, another tragedy, another temptation waiting patiently for someone weak enough to follow it. And still, you stay, because the streets have already wrapped themselves around your heart.
The streets do not simply surround you - they consume you. They take your mind, your judgment, your body, and eventually your soul. They make you forget who you once were before you wandered too far into their grip. By the time the early morning hours arrive, the city feels haunted. Exhaustion hangs in the air like smoke. The silence between the sirens feels heavier than the noise itself. Some people have survived the night, while others have lost pieces of themselves, they will never get back.
There is something almost impossible to explain about those early morning hours. The flashing lights, the distant shouting, the smell of cigarettes and concrete soaked by the night before - all of it creates a strange understanding inside you. A dangerous awareness. The streets can break a person in a single moment, leaving confusion, addiction, and emptiness where hope once lived.
And once the mayhem gets inside your blood, you carry a problem few people will ever understand. Because no matter how much damage it causes, no matter how much pain it leaves behind, there is nothing else in this world, quite like giving yourself over to the calling of the street.
