Last night as I was falling to sleep:
I dreamt of straight roads through open plains
the sun beating through my hair as it unravels behind me
The wind knows our names but disregards them as it screams past
we are tunneling through light years of movement
etched our names in time and space
'we refuse to be contained.'
On Kerouac's path, from his foundations build a platform
so strong there are no dreams it couldn't support
the dust parts for us like the red sea as we skid swiftly through it
though we have no followers
We are free
we are free
we are so, so free.
|Log Lady from Twin Peaks (aka my future)|
|Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady|