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Champagne Problems

I have this memory in my mind that keeps me awake.
The scent of the grass and the smell of the paint.
I'm not sure if it will gets you deja vu.
What my head believes would be haunting you.

When I was a kid I thought what life is going to be.
"I want to grow up fast and be with my family."
What a simple dream anyone wants to have if, they had a chance.
But plans ain't always happen afterwards.
Because its the opposite of Midas touch, Everything ruins and falls out.

Let me tell you, I want to be alone.
But at the same time, I need somebody to show me how beautiful our life is.
And we will talk, up all night, while staring the midnight sea.
Or maybe the bright moon and the Venus right next to it.

Though sometimes when you want to say something real,
People would say it is just a small thing.
Better to just keep it to yourself silently.
Even though it's so heavy, just carry them.
From bustling, just stay away.

Then a great man that I met once told me: "Be tough, young lady. Don't let your heart give up".
And I reply, "Doctor, it is my mind that wants to give out."

Little thoughts could turn into a monster.
Creepy, it will push you to tie your own rope.
Out of nowhere it will show up with no apology.
Yes, its invisible, only its owner can see.

"But darling, hold onto your life instead, don't jump off.
Do not let go, you can count on me, just call.
Tell me the secrets you kept during 20's and all."

"I promise to treasure them even the gauche once.
Let me look after you because I know you got no champagne problems."
Funny, its just all in my head.
I hope someone would really tell me the
words on this poem.

When I was younger, I always had a lucid dream.
I'm powerful, yes, I'm the hero of my own theme.
But that was back then, its different now, I know.
It's no scarier than what the reality could show.

They call it champagne problems, but its bigger than they think.
Champagne problems that no one could understand, even me.
Maybe they would, until they see my own stone underneath their feet.

Little thoughts could turn into a monster.

Creepy, it will push you to tie your own rope.

Out of nowhere it will show up with no apology.

Yes, its invisible, only its owner can see.

© 2021 Rose Ann Martinez