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  • Did you ever wish that you could somehow go back in time, and visit a younger version of yourself, and just say, "Hey, man. It's o.k. Really. All this crap is going to work out - you're going to land on your feet, find love, learn to enjoy life, and live in the moment. You'll get through this loneliness, and this depression, and it'll be good...oh, and by the way - lose the rhymes, dude. They're not really necessary".

    I read some of these old poems, who'd left me for many years then unexpectedly returned, and I just ache for that young man who wrote them. But, I do feel really good knowing how it all has turned out, and maybe even that helped him then - who knows how all of this time stuff works, anyway, right?

    Waiting for Dreams to Come True

    It’s been so long, now, waiting for dreams to come true
    It was so wrong how I never gave them to you...

    We once met, two lonely travelers, at the legendary crossroads of our lives
    Still young, we tried to run, but stumbled on the love we thought we had to hide…
    Baby, you’re the one who would be there, when my whole world had tumbled down,
    And, in my life, these last few years, now, I sure have missed your being around!

    And it’s been so long now, waiting for dreams to come true
    Oh, how wrong how, I never gave them to you…

    So now I see you have a family, and a good hard-working-drinking man
    While I’m still out here, on my own, living out a lonely lifetime plan
    Comfortable but numb, I want for nothing, taking what comes,
    Fighting this daily rat-race life…

    Escape in a dream, some days I find the only way to look is back behind me
    And I stop!
    Stop and see your face again…

    It’s been so long now, waiting for dreams to come true,
    Baby I know it was wrong how I never even gave them to you…

    When I was young I was a fool, stumbling along into all of life’s traps
    Caught in the grip of the power of gold
    While you searched for yourself on reality’s map.
    And when I got lost in the games that I played, you offered me a way to turn
    But, in my doubts, I turned away, and what a painful lesson I’ve learned, for

    It’s been so long now, waiting for dreams to come true
    It was so wrong how I never gave them to you…
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