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 was once a time when life felt familiar. A time when every street corner carried a memory, every face held a story, and every handshake meant something more than a passing greeting. Back then, the world seemed smaller, warmer somehow. People knew each other by name, and friendships were built to last through storms, laughter, and the passing years.
Now, I walk those same streets and barely recognize them.
The old diner where friends gathered over coffee and stories is gone. The hardware store that stood proudly on Main Street for decades now sits empty, its windows dark and forgotten. One by one, the places that once gave this town its soul disappeared, replaced by buildings without memories and strangers without connection.
Time has a way of changing everything, whether we are ready for it or not.
The faces I once knew have slowly faded away. Some moved on in search of another life, while others quietly left this world altogether. The laughter we shared has become little more than echoes trapped inside my mind. Those bonds that once felt unbreakable now live only in photographs tucked away inside old drawers and fading albums.
Loneliness has become an old companion of mine. Not the loud kind that demands attention, but the quiet kind that sits beside you in silence while the years drift by unnoticed. It follows me on evening walks and waits with me on park benches where conversations used to live.
I have become an old man standing in the middle of a world I no longer recognize.
Sometimes I walk through town hoping to find a piece of yesterday still waiting for me. Maybe an old friend sitting outside a storefront, or a familiar voice calling my name from across the street. But the people pass by without looking, and the eyes that meet mine hold no recognition at all.
To them, I am simply another stranger growing old in a changing world.
And perhaps that is the hardest part of aging - not the wrinkles, not the aching bones, nor the slowing of time within ourselves. It is realizing the world kept moving forward while the life you once knew quietly slipped away behind you.
There was a time when I belonged here. A time when my name meant something to someone. But those days now live somewhere far behind me, buried beneath the weight of passing years and forgotten moments.
And so, I find myself asking the question that lingers heavier with every sunset:
What happened to those days when yesterday still knew my name?
Now, I walk those same streets and barely recognize them.
The old diner where friends gathered over coffee and stories is gone. The hardware store that stood proudly on Main Street for decades now sits empty, its windows dark and forgotten. One by one, the places that once gave this town its soul disappeared, replaced by buildings without memories and strangers without connection.
Time has a way of changing everything, whether we are ready for it or not.
The faces I once knew have slowly faded away. Some moved on in search of another life, while others quietly left this world altogether. The laughter we shared has become little more than echoes trapped inside my mind. Those bonds that once felt unbreakable now live only in photographs tucked away inside old drawers and fading albums.
Loneliness has become an old companion of mine. Not the loud kind that demands attention, but the quiet kind that sits beside you in silence while the years drift by unnoticed. It follows me on evening walks and waits with me on park benches where conversations used to live.
I have become an old man standing in the middle of a world I no longer recognize.
Sometimes I walk through town hoping to find a piece of yesterday still waiting for me. Maybe an old friend sitting outside a storefront, or a familiar voice calling my name from across the street. But the people pass by without looking, and the eyes that meet mine hold no recognition at all.
To them, I am simply another stranger growing old in a changing world.
And perhaps that is the hardest part of aging - not the wrinkles, not the aching bones, nor the slowing of time within ourselves. It is realizing the world kept moving forward while the life you once knew quietly slipped away behind you.
There was a time when I belonged here. A time when my name meant something to someone. But those days now live somewhere far behind me, buried beneath the weight of passing years and forgotten moments.
And so, I find myself asking the question that lingers heavier with every sunset:
What happened to those days when yesterday still knew my name?
