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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




The path has been a long one, with dirt on my shoes,
Days stretching like shadows in the midday blues.
Under the sun, I feel beaten, battered, and bruised,
Carrying these expectations like they were my muse.

A heart weighed down by a heavy old bag,
Smiling through the storm, calling exhaustion a brag,
But Lord, I know I've been running this race,
Chasing dreams that seem just out of place.

Lord, I cried like a mad man to you up above,
Help me find peace, I'm searching for love,
This road is so long, my pain it's a song,
Just need a little rest, it won't be too long.
Under the oak tree, where shadows fall near,

Put my feet up high, breath easy, no fear.
Roll a little smoke, with this cup in my hand,
Thankful for the moment, it's a simple plan.

The whispers of the wind, they ease my soul,
Moments like these, they help me feel whole.
With every leaf that rustles, I hear the sweet sound,
Of nature's own comfort, where my heart is found.

I've toiled in the fields, faced the storms and the rain,
But I know there's a blessing woven through the pain.
So I'll sit a spell, let the world spin on by,
With the sun on my face and the blue sky up high.

Lord, I cried like a mad man to you up above,
Help me find peace, I'm searching for love,
This road is so long, my pain it's a song,
Just need a little rest, it won't be too long.

Under the oak tree, where shadows fall near,
Put my feet up high, breath easy, no fear.
Roll a little smoke, with this cup in my hand,
Thankful for the moment, it's a simple plan.

Time slows down beneath the branches' embrace,
Finding solace in the stillness of this place.
The weight of the world feels lighter somehow,
In this sacred moment, I take my vow.

To cherish the struggle, the lessons I've learned,
To breathe in the beauty for which I've yearned.

Lord, I cried like a mad man to you up above,
Help me find peace, I'm searching for love,
This road is so long, my pain it's a song,
Just need a little rest, it won't be too long.

Under the oak tree, where shadows fall near,
Put my feet up high, breath easy, no fear.
Roll a little smoke, with this cup in my hand,
Thankful for the moment, it's a simple plan.

So here's to the journey, the long winding road,
With each passing moment, I'll carry the load,
But for now, under this oak, I find my release,
In the heart of the struggle, I'll discover my peace.








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