Idealism Trashbin

Do you realize?
Do you notice something different?

I turned my face to you,
and smile to you like I never did before.

“No
one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low”

(Strawberry
Fields Forever-The Beatles)

Not
even you,

Or
anybody else.

Let
the sun shines upon you in the summer,

Let
the home gives you shelter when snowflakes down to your head,

Let
the moonlight accompany you in your cold cold night,

And

Let
the hopes that had faded away come back,

So
let me know if I still have a chance to be with you longer than I know.