Imaginary Visions
Traveling down the road
A mere thin strip of concrete
Strung like a spider's web
Between nothing and nowhere
Waiting for our visionary road
To show us the way
Spun out of silk and gold
Waves laced with nothing
But dust in the mountains of madness
Slowly driving towards somewhere
Enjoying the timeless wind
The soulless rain
Beating against the windows of my mind
All around us poor tormented fools
Thinking they know the answer
But the question remains the same
How can one reconcile
The imaginary vision within
Of cosmic paradise
To the crude reality outside
Driving in a car
Heading to heaven
Only to find hell
Lurking around every corner
Too far to go to find home
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