None of this made any sense to me,
you continuing to believe in dreams that never came to fruition,
and you constantly asking me questions that I did not have the answer to,
that I did not want to answer
All of this was too good to be true,
you propagating euphemisms the way you did when I was young,
when you bribed people to bring dimes to my lemonade stand,
and then told me I was a really grate salesman
Would it not be easier if you just let me believe in the bad in people,
is that not what lies at the end of the sidewalk,
where this sidewalk ends,
Perhaps if you stopped feeding me discontinued candy,
and if you stopped playing me big band music,
I would stop longing for days that are long gone,
We were nostalgists,
you and I,
destined to believe in the worth of another life,
destined to believe only in what was just beyond our reach
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