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
Life has a funny way of dragging a man through the mud while still whispering promises of sweetness somewhere down the road. Some people are born into sunshine and soft hands. Others are born into storms, where every step forward feels like walking barefoot through broken glass. This is a story about those storms. About hardships. About being beaten down so many times that even hope begins to fade as if while staring at the moon, it's light started to dim..
But like the Tupelo honey vine twisting itself around old fences and dying trees, there are souls that somehow keep climbing no matter how battered they become.
The world will take from you if you let it. It will rob your confidence, your peace, your sleep, and sometimes even your belief in yourself. There are days when the bills stack higher than your faith. Days when loneliness sits beside you like an old drinking buddy who never leaves. Days when the mirror reflects exhaustion instead of dreams.
Yet somehow, hidden beneath the scars and silence, there is still sweetness left alive.
Maybe that sweetness comes from survival itself. Maybe it comes from learning that broken people often carry the deepest wisdom. The cracked hearts understand compassion better than the untouched ones ever could. The tired souls appreciate quiet moments like gold falling from Heaven.
Tupelo Honey Vine is not a story about perfect endings or magical answers. It is about enduring. It is about standing in the rain long enough to understand that even storms eventually run out of tears.
And sometimes, after all the hurt, life still finds a way to bloom wild and golden around the edges.
But like the Tupelo honey vine twisting itself around old fences and dying trees, there are souls that somehow keep climbing no matter how battered they become.
The world will take from you if you let it. It will rob your confidence, your peace, your sleep, and sometimes even your belief in yourself. There are days when the bills stack higher than your faith. Days when loneliness sits beside you like an old drinking buddy who never leaves. Days when the mirror reflects exhaustion instead of dreams.
Yet somehow, hidden beneath the scars and silence, there is still sweetness left alive.
Maybe that sweetness comes from survival itself. Maybe it comes from learning that broken people often carry the deepest wisdom. The cracked hearts understand compassion better than the untouched ones ever could. The tired souls appreciate quiet moments like gold falling from Heaven.
Tupelo Honey Vine is not a story about perfect endings or magical answers. It is about enduring. It is about standing in the rain long enough to understand that even storms eventually run out of tears.
And sometimes, after all the hurt, life still finds a way to bloom wild and golden around the edges.
