i was dreaming of...

blue skies, blue like sinatra's eyes * the sun breaks through & probes the foothills like a spotlight looking for a hero * i make shapes with the clouds while lying in a field, making wishes on dandelions while the birds chirp & sing my favorite songs * you're there too, smiling as usual * we talk about the good old days.. ah yes, i remember the good ol' days * I REMEMBER EVERYTHING * then you turn to me & ask " isn't it nice here?" * after a moment with no reply you turn to me once more "say why do you have that old can opener?" * then i show you just how black you heart is...