Satisfied With My Revisions

Imagination reminds me of things I dare not remember No idea if they happened or not Certainly not swirling in pinks and oranges the way I wanted things to do, amid black and white stripes I was a modern era woman who adores the mixing of dots and stipes No one does that! Until they did, famous designers, shaking us up. Showing us that absolute means nothing. I adore everything sixties. Memory brings me things I know probably did not happen But they are spruced up and more exciting now and enthusiasm sells. I gloss them over, and use psychedelic paint, and play them in my mind. Satisfied with them.