Wasting Time
The winds are picking up out of the east
Large billowing clouds begin to move on shore
Like giant balloons at a Macy’s Day Parade
They begin to take shape
And our imaginations get the better of us
There’s Dumbo, that big gray one lumbering overhead
There’s a fish or is it a snake?
We lay there our backs against the windshield
Hoping time never stops
Wanting the memories to last forever
A fantasy that never pops
The wind is getting gusty now
It’s about to rain on our parade
The creatures have turned into a dark line
Edging upon our dreams of time
Closer now time will stop
As the rain comes down
We run for cover of the car
Inside we smile and laugh
For what seemed like a waste of time
Was never spent so well
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