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, I've come to believe, is nothing more than a stage play with terrible management and an audience that rarely knows what show they bought tickets for.
Every morning, the curtain rises, and out we march onto the grand stage of existence. Some of us are heroes. Some are villains. Most of us are simply trying to remember where we left our keys.
We perform our lines day after day. We tell our stories, share our fears, laugh until our sides hurt, and cry when nobody is looking. We fall in love, lose our tempers, make promises we intend to keep, and occasionally wave at complete strangers who weren't waving at us in the first place.
Outside, the city never stops moving.
Cars roar down the streets. Horns blare. Construction workers argue with jackhammers. Somewhere, a dog is barking at absolutely nothing. Above us, airplanes cross the sky. Below us, subway trains rumble through the darkness like mechanical earthworms on a mission.
And then there are the people.
The clowns - The dreamers - The complainers - The professional know-it-alls - The fellow who insists aliens stole his lawn mower - The woman who talks to pigeons as if they're her employees - The midgets, the giants, the crazy people, and the people who make the crazy people look completely normal - The comedians or in this case, Randi Lupo "Love that gal, she makes me laugh" Together, they create the beautiful chaos of everyday life - Some days are calm and peaceful - Some days are madness wrapped in confusion and sprinkled with panic - One minute you're enjoying a quiet cup of coffee and the next, you wet yourself as if your bowels had a nuclear explosion.
The next minute you're wondering why your doctor, your banker, and your internet provider have all decided to call on the same day.
Life can be exhausting - Yet through it all, the world keeps moving - The crowd's change - The faces change - The music changes - The scenery changes - And whether we're ready or not, the years quietly slip by.
Then one day, the final act arrives. The curtain slowly falls. The lights dim. The audience rises from their seats. The show is over. The stagehands sweep the floor clean and prepare for the next performance. Sadly it is out with the old cast and in with the new.
And somewhere beyond the final curtain, perhaps there is one last announcement waiting for us:
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome once again to Live at the Downtown Toilet City Café."
A place where yesterday's worries are flushed away, yesterday's mistakes no longer matter, and every soul gets a chance to laugh one more time.
After all, in this strange and wonderful production we call life, you're only a lifetime away from flushing your troubles down the drain.
And what a show it was.
Every morning, the curtain rises, and out we march onto the grand stage of existence. Some of us are heroes. Some are villains. Most of us are simply trying to remember where we left our keys.
We perform our lines day after day. We tell our stories, share our fears, laugh until our sides hurt, and cry when nobody is looking. We fall in love, lose our tempers, make promises we intend to keep, and occasionally wave at complete strangers who weren't waving at us in the first place.
Outside, the city never stops moving.
Cars roar down the streets. Horns blare. Construction workers argue with jackhammers. Somewhere, a dog is barking at absolutely nothing. Above us, airplanes cross the sky. Below us, subway trains rumble through the darkness like mechanical earthworms on a mission.
And then there are the people.
The clowns - The dreamers - The complainers - The professional know-it-alls - The fellow who insists aliens stole his lawn mower - The woman who talks to pigeons as if they're her employees - The midgets, the giants, the crazy people, and the people who make the crazy people look completely normal - The comedians or in this case, Randi Lupo "Love that gal, she makes me laugh" Together, they create the beautiful chaos of everyday life - Some days are calm and peaceful - Some days are madness wrapped in confusion and sprinkled with panic - One minute you're enjoying a quiet cup of coffee and the next, you wet yourself as if your bowels had a nuclear explosion.
The next minute you're wondering why your doctor, your banker, and your internet provider have all decided to call on the same day.
Life can be exhausting - Yet through it all, the world keeps moving - The crowd's change - The faces change - The music changes - The scenery changes - And whether we're ready or not, the years quietly slip by.
Then one day, the final act arrives. The curtain slowly falls. The lights dim. The audience rises from their seats. The show is over. The stagehands sweep the floor clean and prepare for the next performance. Sadly it is out with the old cast and in with the new.
And somewhere beyond the final curtain, perhaps there is one last announcement waiting for us:
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome once again to Live at the Downtown Toilet City Café."
A place where yesterday's worries are flushed away, yesterday's mistakes no longer matter, and every soul gets a chance to laugh one more time.
After all, in this strange and wonderful production we call life, you're only a lifetime away from flushing your troubles down the drain.
And what a show it was.
