I'm never in my waking life
dreaming is my all the time
whether its the weather
or my mind its all too much
callin' in the fridged wind
a whisper is my dearest friend
leading me along a lily-laden twisting trail
Where we go
we'll tomorrow know
into the past and empty alleys we proceed
Im never in my waking life
dreaming is my all the time
whether its the weather
or my mind its all too much
crawlin' on the cloudy streets
streamin' with a billion feet
thumb a little long into the dark and dismal day
Where we go
we'll tomorrow know
into the past and empty alleys we proceed
forever winding our way
weary without sleep
forever winding our way
weary without sleep
oh oh oh
Im never in my waking life
dreaming is my all the time
whether its the weather
or my mind its all too much
callin' in the fridged wind
a whisper is my dearest friend
leading me along a lily laden twisting trail
******
see you soon
dreaming is my all the time
whether its the weather
or my mind its all too much
callin' in the fridged wind
a whisper is my dearest friend
leading me along a lily-laden twisting trail
Where we go
we'll tomorrow know
into the past and empty alleys we proceed
Im never in my waking life
dreaming is my all the time
whether its the weather
or my mind its all too much
crawlin' on the cloudy streets
streamin' with a billion feet
thumb a little long into the dark and dismal day
Where we go
we'll tomorrow know
into the past and empty alleys we proceed
forever winding our way
weary without sleep
forever winding our way
weary without sleep
oh oh oh
Im never in my waking life
dreaming is my all the time
whether its the weather
or my mind its all too much
callin' in the fridged wind
a whisper is my dearest friend
leading me along a lily laden twisting trail
******
see you soon
furious1:
Thats very nice, I actually have a long list of friends w/ poetry journal entries,in a row...today is poetry day. 
tchutoi:
Thank you, and yeah I couldn't much understand what you ladies were saying either other than the happy birthday wishes.