M. Hank

What about the dreamers 

who stare up at the stars 

What about the dreamers 

whose hopes shimmer like sparklers in the night 

What about the dreamers 

I live for these moments. 

Moments that make you forget anything but remember everything all at once. 

A ton of songs -

Over fifty -

I love them all,

But fade so quickly.

My interest dies

By the tenth repetition,

And so I move on

To a cooler mission.

This beat, this soundtrack

On a loop.

for one more time 
i will sit in the same place 
as I have for so long 

for one more time
i will be the people 
i've grown to know 
love and hate

The party ends the dancing

begins

beautiful mutual

agreement that social-ness

is exhausting.

Bouncing spinning laughing

hair in high pony tails

we're models singers dancers