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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




Every day they show up uninvited like they pay rent inside my skull. One voice acts like a disappointed life coach. Another sounds like my old gym teacher who apparently survived just to criticize my snack choices. "You call that a life plan?" one of them barked this morning while I stood in the kitchen eating shredded cheese straight from the bag.

Now to be fair, they are not always wrong.Harsh? Absolutely.Unnecessary? Constantly.Creative? You have to give them credit there.

One told me I had the emotional stability of a shopping cart with one bad wheel.Another said my future looked like a raccoon trying to open a vending machine.That one hurt a little because honestly… accurate.

The strange part is they all seem to agree on one thing: I am apparently a disaster.Last Tuesday they even held some kind of election. I didn't know imaginary voices could organize a committee meeting, but there they were arguing louder than cable news.

In the end, by a unanimous decision, I was officially voted "Least Stable by the Voices."I would have defended myself but somehow losing an argument to people who technically do not exist felt like too much pressure for a Wednesday afternoon.

So now I just live with them.Like weird roommates who contribute nothing financially yet always have opinions.Honestly, if they are going to stay, the least they could do is help with the dishes.



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