Travel

I can travel on paper. Visit unknown places. Gift barren lands with lakes and rivers, the poor with gold and silver. I could run a marathon and be the winner. I can travel on paper. I'd finally go to London, meet the Queen. Discuss life with her and everything. I could fly to the moon and back in one day. Learn piano from Beethoven, and a sonata I'd play! I can travel on paper. And leave this old, frail body behind, I'd run through fields, climb mountains. Pen the most perfect rainbow by day and the most beautiful stars in the sky by night. I can travel on paper. I can go to a place and time when she loves me again and is mine. Yes, I'd pen the love I'd lost fully restored. Come to think of it, who could ask for more?