Today I daydreamed of being shotnleft to bleed at a Parkdale Dollarmartnand beggars laughed as my coinsnfell out and caught the sun.nnand sparkled like that first daynyou caught my eyes but now I laynwith no dollars and a bleeding head.nnSo the lesson learned nis to always spend before you dream,nso no one will pick upnyour coins and have better lucknthen leave.nnThey tossed me in a limousinenheaded southbound towards the CNEnwhere I watched the carniesnset up a ferris wheel.nnI caught your eyes and I realizednthat nuts and bolts were leftnon the ground to shinenand you laughed as I was the first to boardnnSo the lesson learnednis to never ride after you spotnher disasterous eyesnthat never lie and leave you lost.nnAnd when I'm sad I look for tragedynto save me from my memoriesnthat whisk me to a place where nthe roads are longnnwhere all signs point towards familiar sightsnof too much smoking and wild nightsnwhere no daydreams distract menwhen I'm in bed alone.nnSo my lesson learned nis to always breathe nwhen the tide comes in.ncause I'm better off to be swept away then to just jump in.