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 fooling a man. When you're young, you believe that if you work hard, treat people right, tell the truth, and keep your word, everything will somehow work out. At least that's what I believed. Turns out, life doesn't always play by those rules. I have met people who lied, cheated, stepped on others, and somehow ended up with everything they ever wanted. Then there are folks like me. The ones who get up every morning, put one foot in front of the other, and keep trying.
Lord knows I've tried. I've chased dreams that always seemed to stay just one step ahead of me. Every time I thought I finally had my hands around one, it slipped right through my fingers. You know what hurts the most? It isn't losing.It isn't even failing. It's feeling like you've let other people down. There were people who believed in me. People who told me, "Don't quit. You're going to make it." I wanted to believe them. I really did. But after a while you begin to wonder if maybe you missed a turn somewhere back on the road. Maybe God had another plan. Maybe this was the plan. Those are dangerous thoughts when you're sitting alone.
I've spent more nights than I care to remember sitting on an old porch with a little whiskey in one hand and a whole lot of questions in the other. Funny thing about whiskey... It doesn't answer anything. It just lets you sit quietly with your thoughts for a little while. And sometimes that's enough. There were nights I talked to God more than I talked to anybody else. Not fancy prayers. Not church prayers. Just honest ones. "Lord... I don't know what else to do." "I've tried." "I've failed." "I've tried again." "What am I missing?" Sometimes I never got an answer. At least not one I could hear. But I always got through another day. Maybe that was the answer. I don't know.
Life has thrown more curves at me than a major league pitcher. Every time I thought I was finally standing on solid ground, the ground gave way. Still... The next morning I'd get up again. That's just what you do. You keep going. You don't because you're brave. You do it because the people you love are counting on you. Truth be told, I've wondered more than once if I was ever good enough. Good enough as a husband. Good enough as a father. Good enough as a friend. Good enough to make a difference. Those thoughts can eat a man alive if he lets them. Then one day something crossed my mind. Maybe I had been measuring my life all wrong. Maybe life isn't about how much money you make. Maybe it isn't about becoming famous. Maybe it isn't about proving everybody wrong. Maybe it's about trying. Maybe it's about loving people. Maybe it's about helping someone else get through a bad day while you're having one yourself. Maybe that's enough.
I've learned that pain has a strange way of making you kinder. Heartache teaches you to listen. Disappointment teaches you compassion. Failure teaches you humility. And whispered prayers... Well... Whispered prayers remind you that God is still listening even when you don't have enough strength left to raise your voice. These days I still have questions. I still wonder if one day things will finally fall into place. Maybe they will. Maybe they won't. But I know this much. I'll keep writing. I'll keep believing. 'll keep praying. And I'll keep trying to leave this old world a little better than I found it.
If all I ever become is an old man sitting on a porch with a cup of coffee, a little whiskey now and then, and a heart that still believes in people... Then maybe... Just maybe... I did better than I thought. Because success isn't always found in what you build. Sometimes it's found in what you refuse to become. And if my story ends with a little whiskey... A whole lot of pain... And whispered prayers... I hope Heaven knows I never stopped trying. Not once.
Lord knows I've tried. I've chased dreams that always seemed to stay just one step ahead of me. Every time I thought I finally had my hands around one, it slipped right through my fingers. You know what hurts the most? It isn't losing.It isn't even failing. It's feeling like you've let other people down. There were people who believed in me. People who told me, "Don't quit. You're going to make it." I wanted to believe them. I really did. But after a while you begin to wonder if maybe you missed a turn somewhere back on the road. Maybe God had another plan. Maybe this was the plan. Those are dangerous thoughts when you're sitting alone.
I've spent more nights than I care to remember sitting on an old porch with a little whiskey in one hand and a whole lot of questions in the other. Funny thing about whiskey... It doesn't answer anything. It just lets you sit quietly with your thoughts for a little while. And sometimes that's enough. There were nights I talked to God more than I talked to anybody else. Not fancy prayers. Not church prayers. Just honest ones. "Lord... I don't know what else to do." "I've tried." "I've failed." "I've tried again." "What am I missing?" Sometimes I never got an answer. At least not one I could hear. But I always got through another day. Maybe that was the answer. I don't know.
Life has thrown more curves at me than a major league pitcher. Every time I thought I was finally standing on solid ground, the ground gave way. Still... The next morning I'd get up again. That's just what you do. You keep going. You don't because you're brave. You do it because the people you love are counting on you. Truth be told, I've wondered more than once if I was ever good enough. Good enough as a husband. Good enough as a father. Good enough as a friend. Good enough to make a difference. Those thoughts can eat a man alive if he lets them. Then one day something crossed my mind. Maybe I had been measuring my life all wrong. Maybe life isn't about how much money you make. Maybe it isn't about becoming famous. Maybe it isn't about proving everybody wrong. Maybe it's about trying. Maybe it's about loving people. Maybe it's about helping someone else get through a bad day while you're having one yourself. Maybe that's enough.
I've learned that pain has a strange way of making you kinder. Heartache teaches you to listen. Disappointment teaches you compassion. Failure teaches you humility. And whispered prayers... Well... Whispered prayers remind you that God is still listening even when you don't have enough strength left to raise your voice. These days I still have questions. I still wonder if one day things will finally fall into place. Maybe they will. Maybe they won't. But I know this much. I'll keep writing. I'll keep believing. 'll keep praying. And I'll keep trying to leave this old world a little better than I found it.
If all I ever become is an old man sitting on a porch with a cup of coffee, a little whiskey now and then, and a heart that still believes in people... Then maybe... Just maybe... I did better than I thought. Because success isn't always found in what you build. Sometimes it's found in what you refuse to become. And if my story ends with a little whiskey... A whole lot of pain... And whispered prayers... I hope Heaven knows I never stopped trying. Not once.
