In your face.

I know it will be gone tomorrow but
I want to fall in love tonight.
All of the wine-light making you
a dime-sight and
we stop thinking and just feel it.

Boo-yah.

Had me a tiny dancer once
who moved in time while the band played and
the people screamed their approval
while I contentedly smoked and smiled.

Heard their tunes again today and
remembered how I miss the dreamers.

Everyone I meet these days is
analytical
predictable
and
dull.

I shouldn't hate
I should motivate
but I like em a little left
of center.



Now that I'm back in the field
I seek the dreamer
dangling from the tree and laughing
and rambling on like me today
with likewise childish rhyme scheme
having.

Today is brought to you by the letter
caffeine.