Goodbye cities, goodbye society, goodbye roads...
I'm flying to...the moon, stars, oz, who knows
But be assured it's a place without an end,
where a road doesn't exist,
because roads eventually do end,
But a place, where tangibility and imagination coincide,
where exist an unfixed route that merely travels within,
where expectations are boundless
and bigotry and ignorance aren't a trend.
I'm going to write of course.
I'm flying to...the moon, stars, oz, who knows
But be assured it's a place without an end,
where a road doesn't exist,
because roads eventually do end,
But a place, where tangibility and imagination coincide,
where exist an unfixed route that merely travels within,
where expectations are boundless
and bigotry and ignorance aren't a trend.
I'm going to write of course.