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
There comes a time when someone can get so confused that they haven't the foggiest idea what has taken place right in front of their eyes. Overwhelming confusion and uncontrollable reactions to things that seem to have taken us right out of our comfort level like the life we were supposed to have. Different thought patterns, reactions to foolish actions that not only others might have directed our way but countless ones we may have brought straight to our own front door without ever realizing how that had even taken place. A pain that hurts at times so deeply within our own being at such a high level, it's as if one day we woke from a very long sleep and questioned ourselves in very frightful way by saying, where am I and even more important how in the hell did I get here.
There comes a time in a person's life when they wake up one morning and wonder how they ever arrived where they are.
You look around and nothing seems quite right anymore. The road you thought you were traveling somehow took a turn you never saw coming. The dreams that once made perfect sense have become clouded by disappointment, and the laughter that once came so easily seems to have packed its bags and moved somewhere else.
You stand there asking yourself questions that have no easy answers.
Where am I? How did I get here? And perhaps the hardest question of all... How did I let life pass me by while I wasn't paying attention? The truth is, life has a funny way of doing that to us. Little hurts become big hurts. Small disappointments grow into heavy burdens. The foolish words of others find a home in our hearts, and if we're not careful, our own foolish choices move in right beside them. Before long, we find ourselves carrying anger, fear, resentment, and confusion around like an old suitcase that's far too heavy to keep dragging down the road.
Then we turn on the television. We read the headlines. We listen to the endless arguments. Everyone is angry. Everyone is right. Nobody is listening. Truth seems to have become something people negotiate instead of something they live. Kindness has become weakness. Honesty has become optional. Common sense has packed up and gone on vacation. Some days I shake my head and wonder if the whole world has simply forgotten how to care about one another. We fight over everything. We destroy things that should be protected. We pollute our oceans, litter our roads, poison our minds, and wound each other with words sharper than knives.
Sometimes it feels as though people are competing to see who can be the loudest, the meanest, or the most selfish. And I have to wonder... When did we stop appreciating what God gave us? Because while we're busy fighting one another, the good Lord keeps doing what He's always done.
The sun still rises. The breeze still blows. The birds still sing. The rain still falls. The stars still fill the heavens every single night. God never stopped creating beauty. We simply stopped noticing it. One day that thought hit me harder than anything else. I realized I had spent far too much time watching the darkness and not nearly enough time enjoying the light.
I can't fix the whole world. I can't stop every lie. I can't heal every broken heart. I can't make selfish people become selfless. I can't make angry people choose peace. But I can make one choice. I can choose what I allow to live inside my own heart. I can choose gratitude over bitterness. I can choose kindness over hatred. I can choose faith over fear. I can choose forgiveness over revenge. I can choose hope over despair. And so I decided to start what I call my Gratitude Tour. No tickets required. No fancy reservations. Just me and the blessings God has scattered across this earth. I take time to enjoy the warmth of the morning sun on my face. I enjoy the gentle breeze that reminds me the simplest things can bring the greatest comfort. I listen to birds carrying on conversations I could never understand, and somehow they still make me smile. I watch the trees dance in the wind as though the Lord Himself were conducting an orchestra only nature can hear.
One of my favorite things is a rainy afternoon. Not because of the storm, but because of the sound raindrops make tapping against the windowpane. It's peaceful. It's comforting. It's a reminder that sometimes the sweetest music in life isn't written by people at all. Then night arrives. The stars step onto the stage. I look upward and wonder how a God who created all of that could possibly care about someone like me.
Yet somehow, I believe He does. I believe He always has. And maybe that's the lesson I've been missing. Life was never meant to be lived with one eye on the darkness. It was meant to be lived with both eyes wide open to the blessings surrounding us. Yes, there will always be people who choose greed. There will always be lies. There will always be selfishness and cruelty. But there will also be coffee shared with a friend. A child's laughter. A faithful dog waiting by the door. A hug from someone who loves you. A sunrise. A sunset. A prayer answered. A prayer still waiting. A family meal. A helping hand. A stranger's smile. A quiet moment when you realize you've been blessed far more than you've ever deserved.
One day, every one of us will leave this old world behind. Rich or poor. Famous or forgotten. Powerful or ordinary. We'll all take the same journey. The only question is what kind of traveler we chose to be while we were here. As for me... I choose kindness over lies. I choose beauty over hate. I choose peace over chaos. I choose gratitude over complaint. I choose faith over fear. I choose to walk with God instead of walking alone. I could have chosen anger. I could have chosen bitterness. I could have spent every day chasing the darkness and cursing the world. But I didn't. I stopped. I looked around. I listened. I prayed. I smiled.
And then I realized something that changed my life forever. I almost spent so much time worrying about the ugly parts of this world... ..that I nearly forgot to enjoy the beautiful parts God created for me. And with a grateful heart, I can finally say,
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL RIDE I ALSO MISSED.
You look around and nothing seems quite right anymore. The road you thought you were traveling somehow took a turn you never saw coming. The dreams that once made perfect sense have become clouded by disappointment, and the laughter that once came so easily seems to have packed its bags and moved somewhere else.
You stand there asking yourself questions that have no easy answers.
Where am I? How did I get here? And perhaps the hardest question of all... How did I let life pass me by while I wasn't paying attention? The truth is, life has a funny way of doing that to us. Little hurts become big hurts. Small disappointments grow into heavy burdens. The foolish words of others find a home in our hearts, and if we're not careful, our own foolish choices move in right beside them. Before long, we find ourselves carrying anger, fear, resentment, and confusion around like an old suitcase that's far too heavy to keep dragging down the road.
Then we turn on the television. We read the headlines. We listen to the endless arguments. Everyone is angry. Everyone is right. Nobody is listening. Truth seems to have become something people negotiate instead of something they live. Kindness has become weakness. Honesty has become optional. Common sense has packed up and gone on vacation. Some days I shake my head and wonder if the whole world has simply forgotten how to care about one another. We fight over everything. We destroy things that should be protected. We pollute our oceans, litter our roads, poison our minds, and wound each other with words sharper than knives.
Sometimes it feels as though people are competing to see who can be the loudest, the meanest, or the most selfish. And I have to wonder... When did we stop appreciating what God gave us? Because while we're busy fighting one another, the good Lord keeps doing what He's always done.
The sun still rises. The breeze still blows. The birds still sing. The rain still falls. The stars still fill the heavens every single night. God never stopped creating beauty. We simply stopped noticing it. One day that thought hit me harder than anything else. I realized I had spent far too much time watching the darkness and not nearly enough time enjoying the light.
I can't fix the whole world. I can't stop every lie. I can't heal every broken heart. I can't make selfish people become selfless. I can't make angry people choose peace. But I can make one choice. I can choose what I allow to live inside my own heart. I can choose gratitude over bitterness. I can choose kindness over hatred. I can choose faith over fear. I can choose forgiveness over revenge. I can choose hope over despair. And so I decided to start what I call my Gratitude Tour. No tickets required. No fancy reservations. Just me and the blessings God has scattered across this earth. I take time to enjoy the warmth of the morning sun on my face. I enjoy the gentle breeze that reminds me the simplest things can bring the greatest comfort. I listen to birds carrying on conversations I could never understand, and somehow they still make me smile. I watch the trees dance in the wind as though the Lord Himself were conducting an orchestra only nature can hear.
One of my favorite things is a rainy afternoon. Not because of the storm, but because of the sound raindrops make tapping against the windowpane. It's peaceful. It's comforting. It's a reminder that sometimes the sweetest music in life isn't written by people at all. Then night arrives. The stars step onto the stage. I look upward and wonder how a God who created all of that could possibly care about someone like me.
Yet somehow, I believe He does. I believe He always has. And maybe that's the lesson I've been missing. Life was never meant to be lived with one eye on the darkness. It was meant to be lived with both eyes wide open to the blessings surrounding us. Yes, there will always be people who choose greed. There will always be lies. There will always be selfishness and cruelty. But there will also be coffee shared with a friend. A child's laughter. A faithful dog waiting by the door. A hug from someone who loves you. A sunrise. A sunset. A prayer answered. A prayer still waiting. A family meal. A helping hand. A stranger's smile. A quiet moment when you realize you've been blessed far more than you've ever deserved.
One day, every one of us will leave this old world behind. Rich or poor. Famous or forgotten. Powerful or ordinary. We'll all take the same journey. The only question is what kind of traveler we chose to be while we were here. As for me... I choose kindness over lies. I choose beauty over hate. I choose peace over chaos. I choose gratitude over complaint. I choose faith over fear. I choose to walk with God instead of walking alone. I could have chosen anger. I could have chosen bitterness. I could have spent every day chasing the darkness and cursing the world. But I didn't. I stopped. I looked around. I listened. I prayed. I smiled.
And then I realized something that changed my life forever. I almost spent so much time worrying about the ugly parts of this world... ..that I nearly forgot to enjoy the beautiful parts God created for me. And with a grateful heart, I can finally say,
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL RIDE I ALSO MISSED.
