Day Dreaming Is Real
So, there is this very long string
threaded through countless wooden
beads of various bright colors.
This super long string is situated
way above the clouds and
stretches into oblivion and
that's where I want to go ...
oblivion, my supreme mission.
So, excitedly, I jump on a vivid green one,
hands splayed, jumping from
colorful bead to bead,
but I must be quick,
not because of time mind you,
but because each bead will spin
under the balls of my feet and
I could lose my balance.
But listen up, this is no
tightrope antics, caper,
romp, or skylarking,
this is a mission of suspense and mystery,
and there is no safety net!
If and when I lose my balance
I will fall and fall forever,
riding the ripples of space.
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