Late Night Rockstar
Look through those paned windows,
Of the little white house on the hill.
See me there?
Living out my fantasies
In the wee hours of the morning
While the rest of the world sleeps?
Two a.m.
Is when I pretend I’m a rockstar,
And a dancer,
And a ballerina,
And a twenty year old,
Until my 58 year old eyelids
Remind me who I really am.
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