That Much Closer To Heaven
I’m searching for my comfort zone.
I seem to have misplaced it somewhere
And not only that, but I don’t even remember heaven any more
But I remember when I last saw it…
It was back when my mama’s kiss could transform
Even the most persistent of pugnacious BooBoo’s
Back when I climbed down up escalators,
Just because I could
Back when tricycles held colored streamers
That could glide through air, just like magic fingers
And horribly bad days could hold a sweeter tone
By some slickery quick licks of ice cream cones
(chocolate, of course)
Ahhhhh, now that was heaven.
Maybe that’s why we become more
Like a child,
As surreptitious years take their sneaky toll
I’m thinking maybe, it’s because we’re rediscovering
Our comfort zones
And, perhaps, even,
Maybe,
Yeah, just maybe,
We’re getting just that much closer
To heaven…
Ya think?
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