Walking through a field of white blossoms,

I searched for purple.

A million miles from the coast

I listened for the ocean.

I talked to the cat and waited

For him to answer,

Then I dialed my own telephone number

for conversation.

I still believe in Santa Claus.

Without an umbrella, I sat out in the rain

Expecting to stay dry,

And I pursued love where there was none.

Will I ever learn?