With our parallel dreams, we meet on Old Ways
and these parallel dreams, may govern our days.
Yet parallel dreams, can never converge.
Whatever the distance, whatever the urge.
And these parallel dreams, that never can meet
off into infinity, they run like a street.
Yet if we are close, it's then we can touch,
and communicate things, that matter so much.
(And these parallel dreams, they never can meet
off into infinity, running like a street.)
You on one side, and I on the other
We can talk to, and see, and encourage each other.
And these parallel dreams, that never can meet
off into infinity, they run like a street.
And if this street's wide, and heavily travelled,
our thoughts and desires, may come unravelled.
This is the trick, as we go on our way
Making things click, before our lives stray.
and these parallel dreams, aren't really so bad,
If the distance is close, Be Merry, Be Glad!
If the measure is far, it's then your in trouble
expanding to reach out, you may burst your bubble.
Perpendicular dreams, or tangental ones too
could hurt us much worse, than parallels do.
Greg Meier, The Original Blue Hills Beast.
Deep in the Wisconsin NorthWoods
"Jack of Many Trades, Master of None."
http://members.aol.com/gregmeier/private/3ONLINE.html
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