Trace the story untold,
through misty eyes,
pools collected
unattractive statements are falling.
words.
All you have now,
Control
All you haven't
Mother knows best seems a venomous phrase,
Which mother? Is all the voice echos,
Which mother?
Regrets collecting in the footstep impressions you leave on your path.
Showing your route through time.
Through dimensions of emotion you never thought were real.
Through hiccups of contrariness.

'I want to break free' plays on the radio in your lunchbox car.
You hum along with absentminded accord. 

I'll trade you a lifetime of no regrets, I'll trade you better safe than sorrys. I'll trade you one drink too manys and a few wrong turns as I leave you.
I'll leave you.
Breathless with running late.
and strong with catching up.

6 o'clock

From one dandelion blew a thousand wishes - too many to place limited hopes and dreams upon.
They danced through space in chaotic pinswheels of untapped potential.
One lighted upon a nose...before....aitchoo .....off it flew, tumbling into the adventurous unknown.
So every wish that is sighed, under cloudy skies, when the wind propells the dandelion seeds through, may catch the spare magic and may come true, the wind, it whispers,
"make a wish," it says, " wish on me."