Dreams
To see what it looks like.
How smells California, falls asleep LA,
Smiles San Francisco and speaks Seattle,
Gambles Las Vegas, rushes Chicago,
How somebody in Pittsburgh puts on a kettle.
Dreams. Silly victims of mind.
Gullible prisoners of sweet illusions.
You’re like kids, always running ahead,
I’m kinda rusty pickup, always running behind.
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