Golden Dreams
Days of youth spent dreaming and flying
Over an ocean of golden fields
Feet cutting through the liquid light
Kicking rays to run hither and race my laughter
Echoing back from the scattered white clouds
Young and comfortable in love
My virtue safe with my guardian
I have no cares
Only golden dreams
Yet to be realized
Worries floating free
A red bandana drifting on the
Uncaring zephyrs of destiny
Alighting at the edge of my dreams
Of what could, just might be
Young and comfortable in love
My virtue safe with my guardian
I have no cares
Only golden dreams
Yet to be realized
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