that’s the magic of dreaming
having nothing
needing nothing
like the careless summers
of childhood
we stand on the banks of tomorrow
throwing out our dreams
like stones over a pond
watching intently as they graze
the glassy world
plink
plink
plink
until finally they fall
and plunge into icy blue
we sit back and laugh
without regret
for life is longer when you laugh
so why not skip a stone or two?
having nothing
needing nothing
like the careless summers
of childhood
we stand on the banks of tomorrow
throwing out our dreams
like stones over a pond
watching intently as they graze
the glassy world
plink
plink
plink
until finally they fall
and plunge into icy blue
we sit back and laugh
without regret
for life is longer when you laugh
so why not skip a stone or two?
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