Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

God knows you are a hothead.
On the surface you seemed to have changed,
but as you go to sleep you dream
you are blowing up castles with tanks.

It’s not strictly chance.
Nor was it necessarily meant to be.
You made up your mind to do it,
and delivered her a fait accompli.

Scrapbooking disasters,
fighting who was going to
sleep in which room.
Looks like a perfect vacation.

Tossing and turning on the motel bed,
phone ringing in the back of your brain.
Answer it! Wake up! You wonder
who it could have been.

You tell your wife
that you don’t love her anymore.
As if you could come back
and do it all once more.

So many late nights screaming,
Falling asleep with the TV on.
A Ralph and Alice Cramden marriage—
so why can’t it just go on?

I watched an awesome sitcom late
within a stormy night;
its story was a comfy mate
till Life turned out the light.

Off to dreamland I went
which was heavens sent
from the mundane of reality
to some dreams of mystery

confessional in tone and an honest ramble through the past that I feel many can relate to....an original phrase, Scrapbooking Disasters, that fits the tale quite well......