Adventures

Let's go to a place I know,

a place full of familiarity.

I want to hang on to a dandelion,

and float over the stream

that leads to hidden temples of epiphanies.

Down the beaten path,

to the fork in the road.

I want to catch in a tree,

high above the ground,

and stay there for awhile.

Take a leap of faith,

and allow the wind to catch my fall,

and carry me over the rolling hills,

and through familiar neighborhoods

that lead deep into memory lane.

When I'm bored,

I'll use it to cruise down pavement waves,

only stopping to tumble up a hill.

Under the acorn tree,

as it turns into a bridge,

away to safety,

the wind has returned.

The wind takes me away,

from the world unknown,

until another day.

I'll travel through portals,

like the bass in my headphones,

to the world I call my own.

I drift past memories,

and get lost in the future of my subconcious.

I can hear it talking to me,

I understand the language it speaks to me in,

flowing into my mind,

like guitar riffs fluctuating

between different songs.

Where it takes me,

is full of sunlight and chocolate bars,

so I can eat my heart out,

and still wear a smile.

When I'm sad,

it rains in this place,

although it always makes me happy,

because at the end,

there is always a rainbow.

I follow it to where

sunflowers warm my back,

and tickle little giggles,

from my wounded heart.

 

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A musical response:
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