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sitting in the middle of the day when I was small I dreamed dreams so big I could not even describe them... and now I'm big and work so much I don't have time to dream... don't believe me... I don't believe me... don't want to believe the dream is over...
the gift of sitting in the middle of the day when I was small I dreamed dreams so tall... I couldn't even climb them... and now I'm big and don't have time to even look up at the stars and sky... do you know why?... is this goodbye?... is growing up the only way to die?... so here I sit in the middle of the day watching words fall out of my fingers... wondering if there is a better way to live a life... it wasn't so long ago I didn't think about it, just went out and did it... life was lost between the bank and the next deal... living dreams can be taken too seriously... the gift of sitting in the middle of the day when I was small the answers seemed so easy to find... life was simply what I felt and thought in my heart and mind... it doesn't seem to matter now... life demands compromise to survive... is it all a lie?... is this goodbye?... there must be something more to do than cry... so here I sit in the middle of the day and there you sit so far away with me and still we sit alone... do you have a phone?... do you know the tone?... do you have the time to throw an old dog a bone?... living rhymes can be anything... the gift of sitting in the middle of the day if someone would share, anything, if someone would share, everything would be more beautiful... sharing makes anything real... sharing gives meaning to everything... the big dreams dreamed when we were small... and sitting in the middle of the day, looking for somthing to say, won't you come out to play to give meaning to today... share the dreams small and tall, to dance, to sing, to fly, to fall, and share sitting in the middle of the day... most of all... sitting in the middle of the day
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |