Sometimes, if you think about it,
Dream about it,
Your little a head thinks it's real.
A little bubble of hope forms
You're living the dream in polka dots.
And plastic spoons.
Because plastic spoons are just awesome.
And it sounds good when you say it.
And when the bubble pops -
It's gone.
You've lost the dream.
You wait, lost.
Feel a little lost?
Waiting for the message that never comes.
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