Time In a Daydream
I put some Janis Joplin on
and slipped away out of time and present reality
taking a little piece of my heart into the day;
mixing with Joan Baez's raspy voice
and my time lost to diamonds and rust
daydreaming wide eyed, soft and quiet nostalgic.
Was I seventeen, eighteen or twenty-one?
So full of hopes and dreams and possibility
and fear detesting the police action wars
civil right protests and the beatles mania.
So many decades slipped by quick
washed in the flow of political unrest
violence and inhuman activities repeating.
What unforgettable memories
lost to time but alive still
in daydreaming and night schemes.
I can reformat the narratives
make them better than they were
but in the end history rewrites the epitaphs.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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