Playful Progression

I dance on the water beds that I remember from my youth.
Abstract art dancing around in my room.
Reminiscent of the power rangers that I use to play with.
The powers that be is how I explain away my bad luck.
For every three leaf shamrock that I ignore. Unbeknownst to me I trample on one that has four.
Move on down the yellow brick road and I’ll show you why the AstroTurf is always greener.
I choose to ignore the signs of warning and live in the moment.
My youth could be explained in one phrase.
It’ll all make sense after you die.

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