Wake up from your dreams and put on your shoes.
Start living the life you’ve got.
Don’t start the adventure to nowhere.
The next morning must be very real.
Forget about death and eat breakfast with me.
Leave it behind the door of oblivion.

Feel what you need now.
sing what is in your heart.
Dance in the rain with your dreams.
Feel like a butterfly, free.

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What if I’ve lost my life?
Wasted all opportunities?
Slept all chances away?
And let everything to miss me out?
Forgive me if I cannot.
But one thought keeps tormenting me.

I will not tell you that I love you.
I will not dance in the rain.
I will not sing, I cannot.

I think I should go home now.

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© W. Donovan

Because it’s too late…

Thank you, Dad.
Your gift has taken my life away.
And you allowed it,
that SHE would get in so deep.
Now I can only wave at you
from the ship of your dreams.
Dreams that turned into nightmares.
But before you knew about it,
it was too much too late.

Do not cry now.
You know, mother will always be with you
and she’ll sing you the lullaby.
Do not worry.
Be patient.
The time will come soon.
I will come.
And I’m going to drag you down to the bottom.
Like the anchor dragged this damn ship down.
Ship from your nightmares.

Thank you, Dad.

© W. Donovan