I’m a Dreamer Too, John

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today… Aha-ah…
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace… You…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world… You…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one


ice cream truck

Oh, those crazy crazy boys. Making plans to hop onto the back of the soon-to-be-passing-by ice cream truck. They sat on the curb, watching as it rounded the corner a block down.

“Okay, this is it!” one kid shouted.

You Only Live Once!” the second kid, the younger brother yelled in response.

Tra-la-la-Ding-ding-Ring-a-ling went the megaphone stationed at the top of the moving freezer. Up ahead, the driver saw a group of kids standing on the curb, waving to him. He stopped, smiled, and asked each and every kid what his or her preference was. Including the two crazy crazy boys. One chose a Bomb Pop, the other grabbed a flavored Snow Cone.

As the ice cream man waved and slowly pulled away, those two not-so-silly boys climbed onto the rear bumper, grabbing hold of a protruding metal bar. The rest of the well-behaved kids just watched, in awe of the bravery they were witnessing. Until, well, when the truck rounded the next corner, the brothers fell off, scratching arms and legs. Battering heads and faces.

While those crazy crazy boys spent the evening in the emergency room, the other kids were given a second helping of oh-so-yummy ice cream.



Head phones on his ears.

Head bobs up and down, to and fro.

His shoulders bounce.


Arms jut out and then swing back in.

His hips swivel.

Feet tap.

His whole body spins.

Knees bend.

Lowering him.

Then shooting his body into the air.

Hands over the Beats.

Holding them in place.

As he dances.

And sings.

He yells out.


Follows along.

As the music blares.

Screams the lyrics.

Pushing them into his memory.