Oh, Clint!

Somewhere in the recesses of my so-called mind, I can see and hear Clint Eastwood (r-e-a-l-l-y?) meandering about among forest trees and wildlife, singing…and often from that recess place, when I am myself in such a place, it all comes to life! And every single word, crystal clear, springs forth! 

However….ahem…I now have my own reality…

Mine in (   ).

I talk to the trees

But they don’t listen to me(They listen beyond words, you love-struck nut))

I talk to the stars

But they never hear me (Are you kidding? We are born of stardust)

The breeze hasn’t time (Time? In breeze-land? No such thing.)

To stop, and hear what I say ( Wind! Carries forward!)

I talk to them all

In vain (Sigh)

But suddenly, my words

Reach someone elses ear

At someone elses heart

Strings too (Excuse me? As in the entire Universe!)

I tell you my dreams

And while you’re listening to me

I suddenly see them

Come true (Sigh…again…yes…they DO, but not quite as you planned)

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