I dream of McDonalds and Jesus meeting hand and hand.
Sadly, yes that seems to bring me peace.

I dream of a weeping willow
cloaking me from reality.

I dream of becoming rich one day
and having all my wildest dreams come true.

I dream of being happy with my husband
with those simple words, 'I do.'

I dream of my mom really liking me, for the person I have become
and not the person she thought I would be, from her being so numb.

I dream of fiestas, alcohol and drugs,
for they seem to be the only things that come without love.

I dream of my life as paper clips, pasted to the wall,
with one small bend you could twist me around
and wouldn't feel a thing at all.

I dream of cigarettes flowing from my lungs,
and the happiness that shutters my soul.

I dream of rainy days to save me from my cluttered mind,
where I can spend all my time watching 'I love lucy' reruns.

And picture another time and place where happiness existed,
yet through that black and white TV set, even they are twisted.

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