the road is. and it's been a long time coming... oh yeah. the day rolls along like car wheels on asphalt, sheryl crow crooning on the radio. and when did colossal barriers shrink to miniature? when did the day's hardship, the years of swimming in muck turn into cooperating waves calm,sedate and clean?
or as mr. byrne would ask, "How did I get here?"
i can feel the taste of bliss welling in my throat. when everything is just about perfect, just like heaven, it breaks your heart. i never thought i'd get here...to the point of sublime...
and yet. there is always some little door shut. some out of the way window with its curtains drawn. and that is where you are. we all need blind hope and you are mine. in another life...maybe, in another time.