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Bluelighter
There are some kids who love to dance,
While others long to fly.
Some thrill-seekers dive at chance,
As others ponder why.
My friend, for one, could not resist
The stratospheric blue,
And soon a friend came to assist
In making my dream true.
He led me to a monster ride
That shot into the skies
Space-aged padded cars that glide
To artificial highs.
Those speedy rails grew so dear!
I hardly even knew
The sinking spiral's boundless shear
Had ripped my soul in two.
My friend has simpler dreams these days.
He only wants to cry.
But trapped in quartzite crystal haze,
His tears have spun to dry.
(c) 2004, mcs
While others long to fly.
Some thrill-seekers dive at chance,
As others ponder why.
My friend, for one, could not resist
The stratospheric blue,
And soon a friend came to assist
In making my dream true.
He led me to a monster ride
That shot into the skies
Space-aged padded cars that glide
To artificial highs.
Those speedy rails grew so dear!
I hardly even knew
The sinking spiral's boundless shear
Had ripped my soul in two.
My friend has simpler dreams these days.
He only wants to cry.
But trapped in quartzite crystal haze,
His tears have spun to dry.
(c) 2004, mcs
