Today I daydreamed of being shot left to bleed at a Parkdale Dollarmart and beggars laughed as my coins fell out and caught the sun. and sparkled like that first day you caught my eyes but now I lay with no dollars and a bleeding head. So the lesson learned is to always spend before you dream, so no one will pick up your coins and have better luck then leave. They tossed me in a limousine headed southbound towards the CNE where I watched the carnies set up a ferris wheel. I caught your eyes and I realized that nuts and bolts were left on the ground to shine and you laughed as I was the first to board So the lesson learned is to never ride after you spot her disastrous eyes that never lie and leave you lost. And when I'm sad I look for tragedy to save me from my memories that whisk me to a place where the roads are long where all signs point towards familiar sights of too much smoking and wild nights where no daydreams distract me when I'm in bed alone. So my lesson learned is to always breathe when the tide comes in. cause I'm better off to be swept away then to just jump in.