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 are roads in life that no one would willingly choose to travel. They are the dusty trails filled with confusion, heartbreak, and questions that never seem to find the answers they deserve. You start the journey believing that if your heart is good and your intentions are pure, somehow life will reward you for your efforts.
Then life reminds you that it doesn't always work that way.
Confusion arrives quietly at first. It whispers in your ear, convincing you that tomorrow will make more sense than today. But tomorrow comes, and somehow the road becomes even harder to understand. Every turn seems to lead to another dead end. Every answer creates two more questions. Before long, confusion becomes your traveling companion, and pain takes the seat beside it.
The pain is unlike anything you ever imagined. It isn't always physical. Sometimes it settles deep within your soul, in a place where no one else can see it. It convinces you that maybe you have failed, maybe you have taken the wrong road, or maybe you simply weren't meant to find the peace you have been searching for.
You keep looking anyway.
You search for calm, yet somehow you always seem to stumble into chaos. You search for certainty, only to discover another reason to doubt yourself. It's like riding a dusty trail that leads absolutely nowhere, and when you finally arrive, you're left wondering what you're supposed to do now that you've reached a destination that never really existed.
Some people would call it a learning experience. Others would simply call it self-inflicted drama. Maybe both are right. Somewhere along that endless road, something unexpected begins to happen. Wisdom quietly walks beside you. It doesn't erase the confusion, and it certainly doesn't remove the pain. Instead, it gently steadies your footsteps. It reminds you to slow down, to breathe, and to understand that sometimes surviving another day is a victory all by itself.
Wisdom doesn't promise answers. It offers perspective. It doesn't remove the storm. It simply teaches you how to keep walking through it. There are moments when you wonder if you've been born again-not in the dramatic way people often describe it, but in the quiet rebuilding of a tired soul. You hope you've become someone better. You pray that your heart has grown stronger than your fears. Yet deep inside, you never really know. Perhaps we don't discover that answer until our final breath.
Sometimes your mind wanders to places your heart never wanted to visit. It fills itself with worry, regret, and uncertainty. The heart keeps pointing toward hope, while the mind insists on preparing for disappointment. Between those two voices, we spend much of our lives simply trying to find ourselves. Sometimes we do. Sometimes we don't. And maybe that's what this journey has always been about. Not finding perfection. Not finding every answer. Simply continuing to walk, even when the road disappears beneath your feet. When all is said and done, I suppose I'll simply call it Resurrection, Pain and Wisdom. A place where confusion and hope travel side by side. A place where pain somehow becomes a teacher. A place where wisdom quietly reaches out its hand just long enough to help you straighten your thoughts before life begins testing you once again. And maybe that is enough. Because sometimes finding yourself isn't the miracle.
Sometimes the miracle is simply finding the strength to keep looking.
Then life reminds you that it doesn't always work that way.
Confusion arrives quietly at first. It whispers in your ear, convincing you that tomorrow will make more sense than today. But tomorrow comes, and somehow the road becomes even harder to understand. Every turn seems to lead to another dead end. Every answer creates two more questions. Before long, confusion becomes your traveling companion, and pain takes the seat beside it.
The pain is unlike anything you ever imagined. It isn't always physical. Sometimes it settles deep within your soul, in a place where no one else can see it. It convinces you that maybe you have failed, maybe you have taken the wrong road, or maybe you simply weren't meant to find the peace you have been searching for.
You keep looking anyway.
You search for calm, yet somehow you always seem to stumble into chaos. You search for certainty, only to discover another reason to doubt yourself. It's like riding a dusty trail that leads absolutely nowhere, and when you finally arrive, you're left wondering what you're supposed to do now that you've reached a destination that never really existed.
Some people would call it a learning experience. Others would simply call it self-inflicted drama. Maybe both are right. Somewhere along that endless road, something unexpected begins to happen. Wisdom quietly walks beside you. It doesn't erase the confusion, and it certainly doesn't remove the pain. Instead, it gently steadies your footsteps. It reminds you to slow down, to breathe, and to understand that sometimes surviving another day is a victory all by itself.
Wisdom doesn't promise answers. It offers perspective. It doesn't remove the storm. It simply teaches you how to keep walking through it. There are moments when you wonder if you've been born again-not in the dramatic way people often describe it, but in the quiet rebuilding of a tired soul. You hope you've become someone better. You pray that your heart has grown stronger than your fears. Yet deep inside, you never really know. Perhaps we don't discover that answer until our final breath.
Sometimes your mind wanders to places your heart never wanted to visit. It fills itself with worry, regret, and uncertainty. The heart keeps pointing toward hope, while the mind insists on preparing for disappointment. Between those two voices, we spend much of our lives simply trying to find ourselves. Sometimes we do. Sometimes we don't. And maybe that's what this journey has always been about. Not finding perfection. Not finding every answer. Simply continuing to walk, even when the road disappears beneath your feet. When all is said and done, I suppose I'll simply call it Resurrection, Pain and Wisdom. A place where confusion and hope travel side by side. A place where pain somehow becomes a teacher. A place where wisdom quietly reaches out its hand just long enough to help you straighten your thoughts before life begins testing you once again. And maybe that is enough. Because sometimes finding yourself isn't the miracle.
Sometimes the miracle is simply finding the strength to keep looking.
