The freeway is the ocean,
the stars are just as high,
but fewer.
I am tired, but can still pretend
what is real
is somewhere near,
not a lifetime away.
My imagination
saves me again.
(top: en.wikipedia.org; bottom: lovethesepics.com)
The freeway is the ocean,
the stars are just as high,
but fewer.
I am tired, but can still pretend
what is real
is somewhere near,
not a lifetime away.
My imagination
saves me again.
(top: en.wikipedia.org; bottom: lovethesepics.com)
Imagination is priceless.
Near as I can figure, imagination is the only thing in the universe that is faster than light.